Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170123160700/@comment-24736819-20170218231312

Panmoneius finally reached the shore, a few yards away from Solitude's docks.

"Ah, what a blast!", he glanced backwards, towards the ruins that once was the Blue Palace, "I think someone should paint that view, it would sell at top price a few weeks from now."

He was the sickly man once again, yet much more healthy-looking, seeing that his transformation had just happened. Pan patted down his robe, twisting it until the water dryed away without much success.

"Still there hitching a ride, Pride?", he asked, gleefully.

"This folk here need some urgent care!", Bouros used his powerful lungs to draw the attention of the healers towards the people he had just laid down.