Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-26517142-20160815150750

"I appreciate your help, Praetor. Goddarnit, it's so hard making a move these days without a proper escort. "

Jeiel Yozama and Praetor were walking side by side on the streets of QuikCity, wearing faded yellow cloaks as they traversed the road. It was a sunny afternoon, and the man had asked the warrior to accompany him in his rounds around Oz. Quik City, the city of speed and age, was of no exception.

"I hate hanging out here. You know, the people here enjoy growing old, then aging back again and again. What's the point of it all?" He steers clear of the moving buildings. Those too, we're constantly reformatting with other structures like a Rubix cube.

"Okay, here's a question. How are you in Whitemarch?"