Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-26852465-20160502001400

"I get the feeling Fancypants doesn't like me all that much..." Mel said to Dread, clinging to his frame tightly. "Wanting to send me off to trigger mean old traps.."

"I'd much rather be the trap-bait, honestly." Lyle spoke out, following behind Sir Trivalti as he began to brag. "I've been told a few times before that I possess a considerable pool of toughness! Why... there was a time I managed to sit through a full hour of my brother's terrible jokes!" He laughed at this, boastfully. "Never once did I lash out from the brain-numbing."

"Well y'know, Fancypants-lite, your brain already seems pretty numb."

"Where do you draw that from?" Lyle looked back, asking the Hobgoblin.

"Plastic armor, mostly."

"Hey. Hey. Hey. Don't be dissing. It may be plastic, but it's special. Even if I found magical plate armor I would keep this on me. It means a lot to me." At this, Mel rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around Dreadnought's neck in an embrace. Her rather large endowments pressed against him rather tightly.. it caused her legs to go numb from the sensitivity.

As they proceeded into the dungeon, the light Sir Trivalti generated revealed a flight of stairs leading down for about 20 steps. From there, there was a corridor, still shrouded in the dark.