Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190901063142/@comment-25808351-20191007004523

“Then by those means you give up the very thing you fight for, ya idiot? You so desperately wanted peace, yet here you are selling it for a wedding vow?! Instead of exploring your options, you submit. Figures you would. That’s all you know how to do. And they say I’m a lap-dog.” Marcus jabs a finger at Jorge. “Justify it all you want, but you’ll regret this union as mush as you did your last one-“ Marcus kicks open a door leading outside. His eyes look skyward and he catches Cyndwella’s words on the breeze.

Cyndwella points her hand to a dark alley and Aigis sees the faint burst of flame. By Cyndwella’s will Marcus is immediately transported to their location subtly.

“What is it, Cynd?” Marcus growls.

“Don’t get touchy with me bitch boy.” Cyndwella points. “Listen, Aigis needs Elk meat, but they ain't got shit around here. You mind fetching some?”

Marcus looks to Aigis. “What do you need the Elk meat for?”