Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190210201424/@comment-7262318-20190212164908

"It's some... religious thing," Alex scoffed. "Her loyalty to head gear is apparently apart of her contract... worthless law..."

SHe shook her head. "I suggest I take someone's gear or helmet... Find a source of blood to decorate it, ding it up a little bit... and Morgus will never know."

"I think we will have a hard time convincing Alex of this," Shrava muttered. "She is very serious about her work."

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"Doesn't feel to bad either, does it," Alvoran whispered, running his hand farther south and across her thigh.

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"You happen to be in luck," Holda said. "If you are interested in being out of this city soon, we may have a solution to our woes..."

She went back to her desk, reaching for her notebook. Above her desk, there was a painting of a family. One of those portraits that only the noble-folk could afford. Holda appeared to be there, alongside an older gentleman in regal clothing. Most likely her husband.

Beside them, there were two boys, both holding longswords for their pose. One of them Graicus could recognize as the man who's ribs he broke not too long ago. Though he was trimmed up here and his features slightly fixed to look more regal, it was definitely Torus. The other one, oddly enough, bore an extremely close resemblance to Alvoran....

"I'm sure they've already offered you a spot at the buffet. The turned townspeople, that is..."