Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627072353/@comment-26517142-20190811073056

The girl scutinizes the bag before taking it and inspecting its contents. She then looks at the two men and the Matrona with her head tilted to the side. "Well, I have a policy, see. No one can tread the Styx without stating their business. The Styx is the river of oaths, after all. So... if you can please elaborate a bit... state your business."

Despite the whimsical tone manifested by the ferryman, it seemed... she was being serious.

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Serathes' smile was small, but evident. "IF I was, THEN I would have POUNCED on YOU from the very beginning. BUT no... I am TIRED." Serathes stated with a weary tone. She soon curled up on the floor. " I will ... REST for now. And SO will the rest."