Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200820153125/@comment-37028137-20200929215223

(Greetings All,

Late again but here's my response.)

I’m not sure Nick’s explanation actually helped all that much as Wanda seemed more distracted and confused after hearing it. I shook my head worryingly; this was not how I pictured my night going. Instinctively I started chewing on several strands of my hair from nervousness.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Wanda had begun mumbling softly to herself and her eyes had glazed over. “Maybe I should talk to the Iosariga Trading Guild about this.” Shaking her head the Ghoul frowned and pointed at Nick. “And tell me just how in the hell all of that stuff can fit in your pockets?!”

Things were escalating and I was finding it harder to concentrate as my hair chewing became less soothing and more frenzied. Nick on the other hand was just smiling at Wanda reservedly.

“Ah well I do apologize if you didn’t understand. And as for the contents of my pockets well that’s down to Transdimensional engineering a key Time Lord discovery you know. But I do believe Vellantha was asking about you and your culture and I don’t wish to monopolize your time.”

Wanda turned back towards me tapping her fingers together while her eyes focused better and she seemed less confused.

“Yes you did ask about that. Well my people attend to the injured in medical rooms. I spend time out in the field finding the injured then I bring them back here to heal them.”

(Cheers,

The Weary TimeLord.)