Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-28358106-20160625060124

"Right here, darling!"

The Demoness snaps her fingers and a paper and quill appear, seemingly burning in reverse until they form completely.

"Each of you sign on the prescribed line.  Note that the contract is binding, making you full citizens of Whitemarch.  Your taxes will be duly paid to the landowner every quarter, as determined by him."

"Mmm," I nod. Then, "Wait, what??  That's me!  I'm the landowner!  I'm not taking his money, Adelaide!"

"Well then, I suggest you work it out between yourselves."

"Oh, wow.  Oh WOW.  A living armor...a real living armor..." Lucida stares.