Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131124195016/@comment-3293219-20131125084714

(I don't know who you're supposed to be adressing, so I'll assume that you're at the mansion)

Manja was woken by the rants of an angry breton, who stood in the hallway, shouting at thin air.

He was talking about dwarven machinery, capable of espionage and breaking into a plot of land in the Arcan-

Bollocks to this... Manja thought to herself, examining the bottle she was holding to make sure that he wasn't a figurment of her imagination.

She was somewhat relieved to see that he wasn't, as a maid walked past him during his rant, staring in confusion.

I'd be incredibly dissapointed in my creativity if he was... she mentally sighed and went upstairs.