Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-26517142-20190810065741

Boyle knew this would happen. Both Sillivan and Ne'zon, well... they barely even know him and Seamer, and yet now these youngsters are being escorted away from the populace. They might even be thinking he has a dark agenda in mind.

To which he shook his head. It was normal for him now. To be branded like a thug or a blaggard. He was used to it.

Once they have gotten to quite a distance from the others, Boyle looks to Seamer. "Summon the villa." He orders the butler-suited man, who strides forward and unfurls a crinkled scroll on both ends. He plasters it on the ground.. and then drops flecks of his blood upon it brought by a gash on his thumb. He chants, like it were a prayer.

"From flesh it is molded. From blood it is shaped. Come forth."

And a tide of red blooms from the scroll, shaping by itself, churning... forming into a small villa, aged yet seemed cozy at a glance. Seamer then opens the door and lets Boyle in. "Please. Remove your... footwear upon entry. We have a bare-feet only policy inside." Seamer instructs the two teenagers.