Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20180107044826/@comment-13488655-20180108114741

"..... Personally, I could clear an entrance for you guys..... But that'll still leave Flint bedridden." Pen offered as he tried to think of one other option for the group, clearly confident that he could take on the guards sent to watch over them. Still, at least he was happy that his massage at least worked so well that Margrit could toss a chair around like a young adult at a rock concert.

"Darn this...." Flint grumbled, lightly punching his head for getting his butt kicked and sent here in the first place. They only had a couple of minutes to make their plan. They needed to think fast.