Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180928013804

Marcus’ eyes trail away, it is beyond obvious he is conflicted on the matter. (What do I do? If go with I might as well tell Doc I responsible for Tirush getting hurt and endangering everything. But if I don’t how could I ever call myself a friend. Though my family is no doubt worried sick.)

“We will discuss that later. For now we must get Tirush to the doctor.” Armata steps in, keeping his composure. “You should go with mutt. Your family can wait a bit longer, but the doctor will want answers.”

Soon after a mage cloaked in purple and wearing a peculiar mask like that of a wolf’s face strides into the room. The figure is feminine, the movements are soon smooth some could swear they were rehearsed. “My lord....” The mage bows. “You have summoned me.... How may I be of service to you.”

“Xeris. The Wyvern, she is dying. She must be returned to her husband, Dr. Thomas Ibrahim, in Whitemarch.”

“I know this man by reputation, and his place of being. Let us make haste....” Xeris turns and outstretches her arm to Tirush. Her arm is exposed from the overzealous cloak, showing pale and immaculate skin. Her arm adorned with elegant and gothic bangles. Much like the man they all seek to go get Tirush to, Xeris summons a portal with little effort. Jorge and Marcus grabs Tirush’s stretcher and carefully walk through the portal and come out the otherside in front of Ibrahim’s estate.

Xeris and Imperia walk through the portal with Layoka in tow, Armata hesitating. He looks back and spots Prad huddled away by himself. “While we’re gone, see to Prad sense you’re all here.”

Like a swarm of indentured servants the doctors and maids all line up to assist Prad in way possible as Armata steps through the portal to Whitemarch.