Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170301125240/@comment-28358106-20170305204013

All around are gathered at least a hundred Mamono. Werebats hang from the rafters, Eve perches not far from them. A dozen Ghouls hang around the cloister, chattering excitedly, and several Ghosts float around, gossiping. The Zombies stand more or less together, and make up at least a third of the gathering. Bubbling up from below, a Slime forms, and oozes her way through the crowd of Zombies, uttering apologies as they complain about her pushing them aside.

Marcus can see Hex looking right at him from the other side of the chamber. Suddenly, he becomes aware that most of the chatter has died off, and the Mamono have turned their attention to him.

A Roper, previously unseen, rises from the back, standing on the dais. She clears her throat.

"Attention! Order!  Presenting Lady Cyndwella, ruler of Old Dorian's Bridge!"

The Mamono clap, squeal and shout their approval as the gas lights flare up, brighter than before, and Cyndwella appears again. She holds up her hands for calm.

"Thank you, thank you, all right. All right!  Quiet, everyone!"

She looks to Marcus, her familiar smile creeping across her face. "Well look who decided to join us again."

The Mamono look back at Marcus. The Roper points a tentacle. "Mistress, who is this guy? He looks like an adventurer."

"Care to introduce yourself, danger boy?" Cyndwella folds her arms.