Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200119220646/@comment-25828117-20200122185855

"No tall pale butler to chaperone us in."

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''The prince? ''Midnight asked himself, assuming that they were the same person as the Svilnar.

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Lysilde supposed that would actually work and did so.

She pulled the mask up and brushed golden locks aside to pinch the big man's nose. She felt slightly ridiculous but she couldn't risk using magic here.