Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-38232361-20190731171122

Regina picks up the tankard Alex left and walks over to a table where a lamia with very colorful plumage and a mask over her eyes sat desperately trying to avoid the young inventor's gaze.

"He said he might be under age to drink. I can change it for one of our non alcoholic beverages if you want, no charge."

"No. Thank you. Sorry to bother you." The snake woman squeaks in her quiet, mousey voice as she timidly takes the tankard back.

"I'll take my leave then." The half-elf turns away and starts working on cleaning a nearby table.

The serpentine mamono slumped into her seat as she stared to drown her sorrows with the returned gift. A Manticore sitting next to her gives a reassuring pat on her back while an Arachne on the Basilisk's other side takes her hand in her own to try and comfort her.