Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160930192835/@comment-26517142-20161027012645

Gertrude looked like a teacup about to burst. She was steaming mad. Immediately, a hand rests on her shoulder. "Its a ruse. Keep calm."

Orynx and Fritz find among the Nomes, a tall, pointy-capped woman in black. One of her arms slung on a wickered broom, she was akin to a conventional witch.

"So you still intend to put up this farce?"

Orynx grits her teeth. "Baba Yaga. The Corruptor. You side with the Nomes?"

"Against the Whiz? Why not?"