Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25356210-20161017014908/@comment-25356210-20161018002722

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Azusa and her two guards take their seats as quickly as possible, and silently sip small shallow wooden bowls of a clear liquid brought from their homeworld. A man in a nice, military green vest looks over and smiles slightly, then looks back at the center of the room.