Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190210201424/@comment-7262318-20190212171327

"Good, good..." Holda wearily took a seat. "It will be happening very soon... At that point, the city will be too preoccupied to put up a reasonable fight..."

Holda held up her notebook. "We've been searching for months, trying to find out where they have been making their infernal food... and I think I have finally narrowed it down."

Perhaps after a while of searching, there would have been some feature that made Alvoran distinguishable from the man in the painting. But no, he appeared to resemble him down to the tiniest detail. It was far too accurate to be coincidental. Even his hair style matched...

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"I... wish to..." Alex murmured. "I'd rather not go through with this by butchering one of our own..."

Alvoran snickered and put his lips on her neck. "You're too cute..."

"Stubborn heads are butting," Shrava snickered.