Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29302089-20160724000300/@comment-26191607-20160724065852

Scythe bellows out laughter. "Eurion, I find it best to just let the ladies speak when they want to." Scythe says, chuckling. "Old Rumpel, eh? He's actually a nice guy, donates half his gold to chairity, but doesn't have the magical core to spin the wheel himself." The soldier muses. "Where to? Alright, we'll stop by the main office first!" Scythe motions for the two the follow him.