Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-28358106-20160622184927

(Praetor) You hear a familiar voice. "Lording?  Um, your clothes.  They're dry, now.  I apologize for the...um...earlier intrusion. I promise I won't look, sir..."

(LoS)  "You're...that Cire?  Cire of Isla Nebula? The patrician-governor of the Reptile Kingdom?" She gives you a puzzled look. "Then...if I may ask, what in the world are you doing here?" She narrows her eyes. "And what are you doing to our wall?  (She seems slightly...nerdy.)

(Hound)  I stride up in the rain, water bouncing off of my shield. "Sigh.  What an evening.  Sorry to keep you out here."

I press a satchel of coins into your hand. "Here you are, six thousand Whitemarch marks.  I know we agreed on four, but our currency has been devalued by the influx from the war.  You'll have to get them traded in town tomorrow.  You sure you don't want to stay for dinner, at least?  The girls'd love to see you again."