Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140927193312/@comment-29461586-20140928120437

"Well. Good." Ren locked the door to the house to prevent Griever from entering.

"So I heard you had the power to see almost anything. I also heard you've been peeking on me from Azarath.

Since I'm in a rather generous mood, I'll give you something... special instead of a power bash enough to give you a concussion.

Do you know Dibella? She's the goddess of beauty whom is dedicatd to women. Her arts are... Well, words cannot describe it." Ren remarked. She then took off the plate and pauldrons of her armor before dragging Robin to the bedroom.

"To be honest with you, I am very angry at you, and yet I choose to forgive you. You're interested in me, are you?" She asked with a calm tone.

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Griever came in to the cornerclub and sat in the bar. "Four bottles of mead." She ordered.

"Are you sure, ma'am? I think that's a little too much." The barkeep was baffled.

"I said four bottles of mead. Now."

"Uh, yes ma'am." The barkeep handed Griever four bottles of mead. The latter started drinking immediately and finished the bottle in two minutes. She stumbled into the farthest corner of the cornerclub.

"Why..!? Why didn't she pick me..!? *hiccup*" She asked herself.

"Poor lass. Did she get rejected or something?" The barkeep asked Azarath.