Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-7262318-20170122001721

(My bad, I'm not required to think after 6:00.)

"Alright. We're going to go and get an old drunk man from a tavern and drag his sorry ass here. Under the official orders of our wise Legate," Dar'Zah said sarcastically. He turned and spotted Isabelle and Dorian. "Might need you too, need all the help I can get..."

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As Markos sat down, he heard a faint "Psst,", and a tiny pepple dinged off of his arm.