Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20191017114648/@comment-34497523-20191025124125

"Oh boy this is so weird. What have i gotten myself into!" Sinclair thinks as he sits at the table. Why was he being welcomed, are these hellhounds planning to keep him here, is he dreaming? All these questions kept Sinclair uneasy but as long as he didnt get carried away by their indulgences he should be fine, he thought. The green one who carried him here offers him some of what she has and while he'd like to decline, it might help him regain his strength faster. Not to mention he hasnt eaten since this all went down.

Though her of act of politeness did nothing to ease Sinclair's suspicions, he was still very ready to run if he had to. But continuing to play along he has some of the grilled chicken, so as not to appear rude.