Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20190101214751/@comment-7262318-20190103040245

"Well, you've helped him out thus far..." Alex pointed out. "How do I know you tell the truth, cat? For all I know, this could be some elaborate interrogation to admit my 'deceitful' goals..."

She leaned out the door. "Prove that you've had a change of heart. Unlock this door and lead me to your friend..."

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"I'll have time to eat, alright..." Alfie said, shuffling a bit further south in the covers.

"Oh, that's just the thing, there's no meaning involved..." The dark elf smiled.

Shrava, from the back of the group, suddenly gasped. "Delusul!"

"... Shrava?!" Delusul cried. Shrava laughed and ran forward to hug the Dark Elf, who returned the hug and said. "By the Isles, it's been ages! How have you been holding up?"

"Very well!" Shrava's grinned. "What are you doing here, you crazy man?"

"Oh, you know... messing with people, making them question their very existence, distorting the realm of feasibility, shopping for new shoes... the usual..."

"Hah! YOu have changed not one bit..." She smirked, she broke the hug for a moment and looked back at the door. "Was this your best attempt?"

"No, this was the appetizer... I had a giant flame-spewing bunny that I wanted to use afterwards... maybe toss in the spider pit, too... ah well, maybe on another hapless group!" Delusul said. He snapped his fingers and the door returned to normal.

"Dreadfully sorry about that... my name is Delusul Montaeus Tiberius Valeroth the Eighth!!" He extended a hand for anyone to shake. "Charmed..."