[Frederick Grail] ::cleans up the room a bit, letting Sally simmer with need::
[Frederick Grail] ::cleans up the room a bit, letting Sally simmer with need::
"Oh... Yeah. My legs, they're killing me. I tell ya, running around a giant Hellhound while throwing chickens into it's mouth, then running from some smaller Hellhounds while carrying boxes can do a number on your legs..." He states.
He took a deep breath before sitting up.
"True." He agreed before picking up his notebook and looking over the page...
"Also true... But I'll be well rested by tomorrow." He said while continuing to look at what he drew, seeing how everything was doing.
(Tyler was busy raising his children.)
Tyler: (smiles and plays with the kids)
[Frederick Grail] ::nods::
Demon: Hmm, let's start with the rope. (ties up Sally) This special rope makes it that you can be very tight, yet nt leave any bruise marks.