Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20180307023000/@comment-28718853-20180327005641

At first, Rix seems quite put off by Reby's eagerness to arm wrestle her. Then she realizes that it would be the perfect opportunity to show her what happens when someone messes with a Hellhound. She plops into the seat across from Reby and places her elbow in the pillow pivot in front of her.

Gretchen is quite puzzled at why the two ladies wanted to arm wrestle, but she come over anyway and sits in the referee seat. "Do you ladies know what you're doing?" she asks. "Yeah...we do," Rix replies as she locks her claws with Reby while at the same time scanning the crowd for any sign of the dark-skinned woman.

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"Despoina these wounds are minimal. Their toothpicks for swords have barely scratched my skin," says Xinderas. "You may as well give up Dezzy. You're not going to convince them," Riza says with a smirk. Finally, Despoina throws her hands into the air and says, "Alright alright, we'll ignore you two getting medical aid, but don't start crying if it gets worse!"

"You underestimate the resilience of a Hellhound Despoina," says Xinderas. Despoina shakes her head and replies, "More like looking out for some friends."

"Come on ladies, the more time we spend bickering, the more time Forjod is out of his wicked damsel in distress's hands...and the more bitchy she becomes," says Lumbre.

It doesn't take long for the group to find an inn. It is a wooden medium-sized building with two floors. Outside is a sign that reads, Smadolni Inn.

"Shall we?" Despoina mutters.

The group enter the inn and are hit with the sweet smell of maple syrup. In the right corner is a stairwell that leads to the upper floor. To the immediate left and right of the group are tables carrying several middle-aged folks who are either reading or eating. In front of them is a chubby man behind a desk with a bald head and a brown goatee.

"This smell puts me in the mood for some pancakes," Ikuna comments as she licks her lips.