Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170602122803/@comment-29038468-20170803215300

The Dragon that Whiskey filled in for removes her binoculars as the five fly off in the distance. "This is tower Draco, I counted a small family of Dragons flying overhead, they seemed like they were looking for something. The one in front dropped an object that fell inside the prison yard and they proceeded to fly westward, please advise, over." She speaks into her walkie-talkie. "Tower Draco, this is Advisor, orders are to maintain position. We'll send guards out to locate said object, over." Her radio replied. "Copy that." The Dragon replied back. Meanwhile, after tossing him into a cell, the guards toss water at 'Pilot' causing him to wake in a cold shock.

"Well, why take the job? No offense but you don't seem the kind of man that would be content running a prison." The Lamia asks.

Few guards even look at Whisky as he walks down the hall, they carry on their business. However, Whiskey runs into the warden and a Lamia guard accompanying him.

"Of course I am! How could you not being so high up!? We're like birds!" Sheepy yells over the wind.