Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-25808351-20200503161938

Lance/Tikkit: Cyndwella look incredulously at Lina for interrupting her advance. She recoils her hand and sighs.

“Yeah, I got other ladies around here. But they ain’t concubines, they’re my wives.” Cyndwella points to Lina. The Wisp then floats through the ceiling out of sight.

(Outside)

Marcus answers. “It’s the local tavern. It’s close by, so don’t worry, we’ll back soon.” He says as they walk to the tavern in sight.

(In The Owl’s Nest!

“Heh, we’ll see sweetheart. When I’m done with this guy, I’ll show a good time.” Romp chuckles.

The front door opens, and immediately Penny looks to entrance and smiles as the the muscle bound Marcus struts into the establishment. His black leather coat sways as he walks, his footsteps ring out as his boots touch down on the wooden floor. His spurs “ching” with each step.

“You called Penelope?” Marcus looks to Penny.

“Yeah! That shit bag is bein a shit bag!” Penny points to Romp.

Marcus’ eyes shift to Romp, who stands several inches higher than the Destroyer.

Both Lug and the third, hooded individual, stand back.