Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-25924729-20160313034220

"I knew it!" she laughed, tossing a pillow at him. "It was you back there, Azzie you little-!" she cut off in a fit of coughing, and had to clear her throat a few times before continuing, in a softer tone now.

"But thanks for saving me, and sorry for threatening to dart you. What were you doing there anyway, those were real slaves, and poisons and the Blackbrairs and..."

You must be new in town, if you think pointing a gun at a Cardamom soldato is a good idea.

"The man in the photo..." she gave Azzie a strange look. Realization, shock and terror mixed into one. "No way. This is a joke right? Azzie, tell me i'm wrong, please."