Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180127104301

(Doc/Flame, Eo) "Oh, and what are we, chopped liver?" Trevor asks with a laugh as he and Siara approach.

"Indeed Sir Eothred!" Siara says with mock hurt, "We graciously helped you and you simply forgot about us? Shameful!"

Evylyn giggles, sinking into Eothred's opposite arm as she looks to Rotha, "Oh I'm sure I have my own stories too. Did I ever tell you about the time Dom pretended to go for a grope on me and I "accidentally" pushed him into the MW bow range?"

Evyanne smiles, glad to see Eothred fine and in high spirits. The Elf stands and nimbly steps back and into a seat where she sits, "That's an excellent plan Eothred. We definitely deserve to unwind, especially you all for facing Marcus Jaghund of all people."