Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160730211800

Melandil sighs. "My humble apologies, Sir Praetor.   We are all on edge.  It was wrong of me to be so presumptuous.  We need humor in these dark days."

"Ill give ya some," Dee giggles.

"But he gabe you nothing?  Nothing from which we may determine what we may do?" Illyagrine asks.

"I think he did, Sir Praetor."

The small voice comes from Lucida, as she slides up behind him, coming close. "Didn't he...didn't Papa give you something?  Something like a key?"

"A key?" Melandil looks at Praetor.