Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170508193735/@comment-30441489-20170510014929

Arachne: “Do not worrier we will cure you of that fear and make you feel really gold at the same time.”

Just as the the Arachne is about to come down and get whiskey something flies thought at great speed. When they look back the rope is cut and whiskey is gone.

Whiskey then finds himself in the talons of a black scaled wyvern.

Wyvern: “You are safe now and do not worry I am already married.”

(Note since that last one when so far I am going to end this journey with this.)

