Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160903202816/@comment-28718853-20161009135806

Chyren places a clawed hand on Haia's shoulder with a smile and says, "I hope that you get a child one day too, now if you'll excuse me, (she looks to Uria and Werbon who are standing in the doorway) I need to get some parenting done."

"Oh it's not them we're mad at, rather, our anger is directed toward the Goblin who brought them here!" the Werecat explains as she looks to who are presumably the Goblin and the Lamia wrestling each other. The Amazoness casts a fiery stare at Blances and blasts, "Tell me this Blances, you're not planning on becoming Rustarch's wife are you!?"

"Relax dear," Rustarch says calmly, with little effect. I look to Blances and say, "The girls you see, apart from the Hellhound, are potential suitors for Rustarch, six in total, split into two groups of three that serve under a pair of rival Succubus sisters who are fighting to control the throne of Galdenhutch."

The butterfly in the jar notices Tack and calls out with a laugh, "Ha ha, you know what snakes are good for? Shoelaces!"

Fedditch hugs the jar close to his chest and mutters, "You know what, maybe we should teach it manners when we get back."