Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140330230839/@comment-5543592-20140331023148

Explosions of fire danced in the distance.

"It has begun." Noted Valuril.

"About time." Muttered Daithi. "I was worried Mannimarico got lost."

"Are you ready, Your Grace?"

"As ready as I'll ever be.  I finally feel like my age caught up to me.  I feel very... old."

"Perhaps it shall make you wiser.  Of course, only wiser than you already are, sire." Said Valuril, adding the last sentence on so that she wouldn't come off as insulting.

"Those who think they are wise are the most naive of us.  Hubris is a weakness.  Mannimarico will not wait for us to finish our debate on philosophy.  Let us move out."