Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200821025708/@comment-29038468-20200911013400

Sergeant: The Dark Valkyrie returned the kindness and charged at Johnathon as well. If he had a plan, there would only be one small window for it to work.

Tikkit: The thought of the draft papers slowly goes away as Beatrice drinks more, but with each sip, the giddy weightless feeling returns. Not drunk, but giddy. Although, the papers were still there, and the question still stood why they were there.

Ser: "Welp, I think it's time that Sis and I head out, got more trouble to make!" Ophelia says heading for the door. Morgan floats after her. "What are you going on about now?" She asks her. Ophelia simply smiles at her. "Easy, we're going to fight an army!" Ophelia cheers. For once, Morgan doesn't object; she merely smiles. "My, my, you just want to vent frustrations don't you?" She asks in return. "Yup!" Ophelia chuckles.