Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-28718853-20191101232027

(Hound)

Forjod shudders as the frigid air puts out a few of the candles. "What was that?" Urrack gasps, looking around with an expression of complete puzzlement. Mythria's eyes narrow as she notices a mysterious being watching them from the corner of the room with the most shade. While the manticore maintains a calm form, her tail is aimed at it from beneath her waist as she keeps her guard up.

"Boys, I think we've spent enough time in the Observatory," Mythria mutters before she returns the book to its spot. She then grabs a hold of her son and husband and ushers them out of the room all the while keeping a stern eye on whoever is observing them.

Once outside Forjod says, "I thought that place would be more welcoming."

"Guess Aleric didn't mention a time limit," Mythria responds taking a glance at the doorway into the observatory.