Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160714160045

"Oh, okay. Good.  I'm glad you're there to help him, Aabi." She gently bumps her head against the merged pair, her way of giving an affectionate greeting. She continues as they walk together. "Dad's been gone to help for about a week now," she says, a tinge of sadness in her voice. "The papers said there was going to be some sort of council at the castle.  He didn't say if he was going, though.  I think either Lucida or Aurum was going to try and go see if he was there."

Hound's attention is diverted as he sees a group of grumbling reptilian Mamono being led the opposite direction. One of the lead Centaurs calls out.

"Halt!  Identity yours..." she pauses, then resheaths her sword. "Apologies, lording Jaghund," she says, embarrased. "If you're looking for Sir Praetor, he's up ahead.  Sorry, again." She smiles a bit. Several of the Centaurs blush and cast glances his way as they pass.

"Little feathered cunt," growls a Lizardman. "I'll come back for her."

"Shut it, coldblood," snaps the Centaur behind her.