Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190210201424/@comment-7262318-20190212195313


 * Holda was about to thank Cade for his kindness and willingness, before Graicus cut her off with his question. She looked back to the painting before giving him an odd look.

"That is... That's my son, Kjoren..." She frowned. "He... he was the heir to the throne before the company ran him from this place,"

She woefully sighed. "I'm all that remains of the Silver-Blood line. Ulren, my husband... passed. Torus ran off on his damnable crusade. And Kjoren... I... I don't know what became of him. I.... don't even know if he made it out of the city alive..."

"Not unless we've got a brilliant mage sitting at the table," Alex shook her head.

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"You are unwilling to bend on your helmet policy though, yes?" Shrava said.

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"Mmm... but do you want me to be resting?" Alvoran asked innocently as his hand inched closer to her inner thigh. "Or are you fine with this?"