Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25019125-20140819025043/@comment-1691394-20141004164830

"Hmm," Aeron scanned the piece, before giving a nod of approval. "Yup! Bishops are neat." He grabbed one of the bishop pieces and twirled it in his hands. It had a great deal of weight to it, but it also felt so smooth and soft. It was a good piece indeed. It was so round and shiny. Aeron couldn't help but stare at it. And stare he did, he shifted to a trance-like state and began heavering like a madman. Some of the (almost) coherent phrases he muttered were: ''"D'ya know bishops are like priests, except they're part-bird?" ""I would like a cookie now please." "If we pawned this at the lottery. We wouldn't, because you can't pawn stuff at lotteries."... ''One day he would need to get his habit of slipping out checked. But today was not that day.