Elvewyn strolled through the Northern Gates of Valkaur's Roar, bouncing a small black ball and muttering in draconic.
He stopped close by, spotting one of the posters, and shook his head.
He pocketed one and then muttered to himself. "Why is it always such a fight for the 'Roar? Living in Hallomein' s shadow." After he finished speaking he clicked a tongue stud against his teeth and then continued his walk. Bouncing that black ball.
Why let the truth get in the way of a good yarn?
Duvaega Sormuzhik Elvewyn Cenocelin Ander Brightwood Sepoto Wasatho
*Returning to the Imp Elith notices the poster on the door, he approaches with an amused expression already growing on his face. Reading the first line he starts to kinda sway back and forth*
That first stanza slaps...
*he continues to read It out loud like it’s slam poetry, finishing with a chuckle*
Alright well this won’t do..
*he takes the poster off the door, then puts it in a frame and hangs it up on the wall inside the common area of the Imp chuckling to himself. He places a small sign below the poster that reads : Salina, for the last time.. I’m not romantically interested in you. I’m sorry.*
Post by mustanggt5000 on Jun 11, 2020 9:01:32 GMT -5
Davina puts a box of chocolates in her bag on the way out of the Tipsy Imp. Her eyes catch Salina's name under the poster. "Salina what in the nine hells are you doing? Are you trying to start a bloody war? Blue is not going to be happy about this."
*Erynne brightens and chuckles after reading the poster.* "Here I was all these years calling them 'The Murderous S***heads!'" *She shakes her head.* "But no, they have an actual name. 'The Syndicate.' Learn something new every day." *She turns and walks away.*