Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150312045445/@comment-29458028-20150318081415

"Actually, yes, I know her. Iona Realeux. My biggest ... admirer" said Raytheon, not drawing his sword, but ice crystallizing on his fingertips, extending his fingers into sharp talons.

"She would be more than happy to make love to me, dead or alive. A bit creepy, of you ask me" continued Raytheon, sidestepping as Iona leapt and brought the scythe down where he was. She made a duck face...

"Disgusting ... real disgusting."

(Imagine a slightle lolier version of Triss Merigold. If you wonder why Raytheon didn't just let it happen, well, I dunno either)