Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20200101222327/@comment-31296352-20200401073301

Maxon couldn’t help but snicker at the mayor’s remark.

“All the more reason why you should fly, as that forest has far more than just wild Mamono dwelling within; giant, foul smelling, murderous flowers among them.

And I must say; I had done allot of fighting during my rather short time alive, but nothing could have prepared me for my first Corpse Flower encounter. Seeing a giant plant hording decomposing dead bodies was more than enough to make me lose my lunch. And I hate to think what else we may bump into.” Maxon paused and took a deep breath.

“My point is; we can only guarantee your safety in the air. If we walked, there’s a good chance you could be killed, or at the very least, wind up an unwilling husband to some desperate gal’.

Besides, my partner Caelia is a real sweetheart, and a master flier. She’ll make sure you’re comfortable in the air,” the dragoon finished, being as honest as he could.

The Wyvern wandered around the room wide-eyed and mouth agape.

“Gods above! I had no idea you had such a knack for arcane forging! Tell me; what kind of enchantments do these sets have?” she asked turning back to the smith.