Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20180307023000/@comment-28718853-20180318093840

The room has a vibrant purple tint to it. A large bed sits to the right with expensive fabric. There is a slender table to the left with a wide array of wine glasses neatly arranged in rows. An oil lantern sits on a nightstand next to the bed. In the center of the room lies a beige and red rug.

The Satyros Octavia and the Devil Bridget are lying on the bed in suggestive positions wearing translucent dresses and are giving Reby seductive stares. "You're quite the enthusiastic one," Octavia comments. "We'll make this half-hour the best half-hour of your life!" Bridget chirps.

The flail wielding construct is there for a few more seconds until it moves away from Arianna's hiding spot. These beings continue to check around the wreckage until two of them move behind the wagon in Arianna's immediate field of view. One of them reappears with what looks to be Weresheep wool stuck to it's fingers. It then returns behind the wagon and both of them walk to the side with their weapons holstered by some kind of ethereal powder purple ring close to their waist and are carrying a crate that seemed to be relatively undamaged.

The construct armed with the falchion gestures to the other three and they vanish back into the forest from whence they came. The area is silent for a few minutes until Dravela can be seen poking her head out from the bush, her extended muzzle scanning the area.