Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190916205409/@comment-7262318-20190925143803

"She does not!" Alvoran spat.

"How can you be sure when you're never home for her?" Shrava asked.

Alvoran's glare locked firmly onto Shrava. It was pretty apparant that he was considering all the different ways to skin a cat right now.

"Hold on, timeout... What do you mean fucks a tree?" Garran asked. "Is she screwed up in the head?"

"No, no, Alvoran here married a forest nymph... very young one at that. This One can tell based on how naive and foolish she is," Shrava explained. "If her physical age matched her mental age, Alvoran would be in a prison awaiting the headmans' axe..."

"Shut up," Alvoran demanded.