Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160208030927/@comment-26852465-20160220194219

Friends.. that word caught Lyle's attention. Friends meant.. in his mind, a lot of enemies. He gave the weasel girl some space.. and turned to face the cultists.. clutching more of the berries in one hand, his sword in the other.

"That girl's a heavy sleeper, I'll give her that.. a Wyvern friend of mine gave her a tap.. and she's still out cold.. ha.. well, hopefully she won't be snoozing forever... if she is.." He pointed at the masked cultists. "I'm putting the blame on you punks."