Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-25808351-20190714115955

“Marcus, I’m growing bored of this. Let’s just go home.” Cyndwella sneers.

“Come on Cynd, I wanna help out Ne’zon if she needs it.” Marcus sets down the plate he’s holding and wipes his mouth.

“She doesn’t need your help, she has king dingleberry.” Cyndwella crosses her arms, her mood not improving.

“Yeah, but if they want a good start, the Covenant would be the place to go. Aleric would know where to begin looking, but I doubt he’ll give up the information easily.”

“So what, that’s not your damn problem. You don’t know this Ne’zon kid well enough to be running around the world for.” Cyndwella slams a hand down on the table.

“Well, that’s true.” Marcus sighs. “I was never really spent much time with her, but I have spent a lot of time with Jorge. He’s looking for her, she wants to find him. As a father and a friend of theirs, it’s right to help.”

Cyndwella scoffs and turns her head, tapping her foot impatiently. “FINE!” She throws her arms up. “You wanna go find the religious nut? Ok, sure, whatever. But if that scaly dildo pulls anymore shit, we’re going home, no exceptions. And if you wanna help Ne’zon, STILL AFTER THAT, you can walk your tight from Lunalight back to here, capisce?!” Cyndwella leans in close to Marcus, glaring daggers at him.

“Capisce.” Marcus nods.

“Ok, let’s try this again.” Grabbing Marcus, Cyndwella returns them to Ne’zon’s location.

“Sorry bout that, had a bit of a discussion.” Marcus chuckled.

“Sure it was.” Cyndwella grumbles.