Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160831225139

Michael laughs, and his wings switch color, becoming a pale crystal blue.

'Very well, Slade, as a favor to you,' he says, as ice crystallizes out of the air around the area, 'I shall use your name. Now, do you mind telling me why a mercenary, and the Saxon Dragonlord at that, wants to kill me?'

His hand twitches, attracting Dolenus and Manteau's attention. It rapidly moves in the Arcadian sign-language, warning them to be ready to move, quickly.