Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191002222622/@comment-25828117-20191004214136

"Well, Kashya... Mozu..." Majsha said as she folded her arms.

"I would very much like to meet your Alvoran. Hear his side of things. Description of the attacker. All that."

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"One time, Old Mimur, the stablekeeper of my house got so drunk he wanted to kiss every goose on our grounds. "To thank them for the lovely foie gras" He said."

Lysilde lit up when she pictured the funny image of the man running around trying to catch the mortified geese, only to have them turn on him and scare him off into the pond.

It had been such a silly thing. Perhaps it was funny to her still because she had only been a little girl then. And her older brothers had thought it very funny at the time.