Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-26571677-20151030105415

Amilanthior was taking a leisurely stroll through Beacon, admiring the sights.

His earphones were plugged in, and playing his favourite song, making his current situation, heaven.

Which is why he frowned when the sound of a message came through his earphones, he pulled it out, once again exposing himself to the bustling sounds of the outside world, and read the email.

Hello, Amilanthior, you are warmly invited to The Melange a Trois for lunch!

Strange, to say the least, who just sends emails to random people.

Dodgy, as well, when a quick search of the name translated it roughly into, Three-way sex.

All in all, not the most inviting or trustable set of words in the world. Better to check it out anyway, just in case it was something big.

If anyone had been looking at Amilanthior, they would have seen him just disappear in a blink of an eye, with nothing left in his place besides a swirl of dust, and some leaves fluttering in the wind.