Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-25808351-20191107190054

@Everyone: Cerberus glances at Ross, and takes the vials. He remains silent, not uttering any acknowledgement or giving a gesture as Cerberus has no reason to trust Ross.

“Kill any of them, and I’ll make your piss track your sword’s new sheath....” Cerberus walks off carrying Grettle, and just as he is out of sight a large armored squad of castle guards storm the room, placing the drunk group in chains.

Out in the main hall the drunken scoundrels are paraded through still naked and intoxicated. A humorous spectacle for the majority of the party goers.

“Take them down to the holding cells. I shall deal with them in the morning when they’ve sobered up.” Aleric calls out over the laughter of the party.

Meanwhile, Cerberus takes the girl to the infirmary. There in a small room a doctor examined her and checked to make sure she wasn’t hurt beyond the bruises.

“No major damage to speak of. Just some flesh wounds.” The doctor removes his glasses and turns to Cerberus. “She will be fine, though the mentality of the situation will take time to heal.”

“If I may, I’d like to take a bath. I smell like those dirty perverts.” Grettle says in a givering voice.

“Of course.” Replies the doctor.

Cerberus leads Grettle to the bathing wing and stands outside the door to Grettle’s bathroom, scowling at any who walk by, like a guardian beast.