Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20171128214526/@comment-27550231-20171214235729

Jorge groans at the prospect of using the air taxi But continues forward nonetheless. He shudders at the thought as the memories long repressed come forth from their dark and dank cavern.

"Why are you so eager to get to the air taxi? You are still married right? And isn't Cyndwella the jealous type?"

He shakes his head slowly as if judging him.

"I just dont want my name anywhere near that train wreck when it happens. The last thing I need is your wife coming at me for something you did."

The two walk for a few minutes before reaching a balcony within the castle, on it were two wyverns. Twins or something of the like. While they both looked the same their scales were quite different. One was a magestic ruby red with a gloss onyx thunderbolt pattern flowing down her figure. While the other, smaller sister was a more earthen clay with a green undertone. Jorge stopped by the doorway and looked at them intensely not moving an inch as they glared back as if ready to pounce in a moment's notice.

After a few awkward seconds he speaks his tone low and disgusted.

"Fiaura. Wesp. I see you two still work here. Drop any more men down the maw lately?"

F: "That only happend once! "

W: "and it only happend because you were struggling! If you didnt struggle you wouldnt have fallen!"

"Marcus... meet the twins."

"Twins. Meet Marcus."