Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-5735114-20140116232929

Ah, Dunlammus, did you pick the wrong wedding to crash...

Tyranil was surpringly calm. Stepping out of his shadow, Tyranil walked slowly towards Nish and Eilonwyn, strafing the window where he last saw Dunlammus and periodically firing an arrow at it.