Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160318050706/@comment-26852465-20160324023958

With Armstrong's speed, he'd quickly find the Elven town.. since it was right in front of them, anyway. The scene there was something chaotic.

Numerous Elves, most dressed in towels or nothing at all.. and obviously flustered to the point of redness, were chasing after someone in a dark trenchcoat, and otherwise casual dresswear. He had short brown hair, combed over.. and from the looks of it, he had intruded upon something he shouldn't have.

"Damn pervert!" One of the Elves shouted! "Get back here! I'm going to beat you up!"

''"With a premise like that!? Never!" ''Some of them were armed with sticks.. others even had swords. To elude them, the male climbed up into a tree, looking down at them with a sneer.. blowing raspberries at them as they tried to swing their weapons at them.

''"You're all so immature!" ''He shouted down at them, sinking higher into the tree. ''"I make one mistake, ONE.. I step into your bathhouse unknowingly, and you're all so set on beating me up! For crying out loud, everyone makes mistakes! Lighten up!" ''

"Never!"