Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-25808351-20160622025228

"Dinner guest? Doctor, I'm delivering the items you requested.... I swear, you're so preoccupied with your work, you forget one thing as soon as you begin another." Hound with an annoyed expression points to a massive black furred horse not far behind him. A large bag draped across the saddle.

"I've collected the materials you wanted for your experiments in Golem transmutation. But now I want to know, Praetor. I've heard a great deal about you, what do you mean, competition?"