Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-26852465-20160412201219

(I would assume a bit more brutish though.)

Mel flashed a toothy grin at Lyle, rolling her shoulder back, shutting her eyes in happy contentedness as Dread rubbed her head.

"Y'don't say, eh?" She kept rolling her shoulder until she heard it crack, and then jutted it out, palm open. "Well then! Let's shake the hands, one 'harmless' spirit to another!" Sensing no danger, and desiring to be polite, Lyle extended his hand to complete the shake. His grip was firm enough.. but hers. Lyle immediately showed discomfort as her grip locked. Holy-holy HOLY CHIEF GOD her grip was tight! His lips puckered and his eyes widened in an effort to yelp out in alarm. Mel's expression didn't change from her carefree grin, seeming to stretch wider as Lyle grew discomforted. Eventually, Mel did let go, her tittering laughter echoing in Lyle's ears as he felt out his hand for any bruises and broken bones.. thankfully there were none.

"Aw cmon ya little scamp! I was just teasin' ya! No need to look so sour!" She leaned back in the rowboat, practically seated in Dread's lap. "Yeah I remember me ol' barmaiden days... twas okay. Coulda used more flare, though!"