Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150820044317/@comment-5614539-20151009133537

Dionysius' voice fell icy-cold again, and though he spoke only softly, his voice could be heard like a ringing bell, pealing through the air. "Please, never insult me again." Cyrus, though, flicked him behind the airs and they both mounted up, riding slowly towards the town mayor's office. They were slow enough that Caspian could walk along side.