Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140725170325/@comment-12599067-20140801022812

(Well, not necessarily, Gold. It progressed swifter but had a lot of ground to cover, so it wasn't necessarily slow but it took a while to finish. The Battle of Lake Rumare was somewhat slow, though.)

"Nothing?" Praestus asked, leering down at poor Saga as he looked her over with those intelligent eyes. "Well, at least you aren't coughing. Means you're not sick anymore," he noted, his grin widening. "I would've been down here earlier if that fool of a healer hadn't told me you were ill. Between you and me, I think he may have eyes for you. He wouldn't be the only one, you know."

When Saga answered only with silence and a fearful gaze, his grin grew even wider. She had beautiful eyes, even when they were stretched open wide out of fear. A shame the healer had told him to wait at least a few more days to be sure that the sickness was gone. Then again, had it been any longer, they'd likely have to send her to the executioner to make sure she didn't infect anyone, and that would've been a terrible shame.

"Quiet type, huh?" asked the lieutenant when she continued to say nothing in response. "It doesn't really matter much to me. I can get you to scream in one way or another," he grinned, drumming his free hand on the hilt of his mace. "But not tonight. I'll be back for you tomorrow, girl. You can count on it."

And with that, Praestus turned and was gone, with the sound of booted footsteps marking his departure.