Recent content by CuddleDemon

That's completely fine :)

As Cassandra looked around, she met the eyes of the newcomer. Mhm, maybe this night will turn out alright after all, she thought as their eyes met. Seeing a jester was not a new occurrence since all kinds of entertainment was present at these kinds of dinners. It could never just be dinner. It...

The both of you :)

For the moment I am no longer taking any more RP's in, sorry guys! I'll definitely contact you when I get open spot again!

Sure thing. It has been fun so far! :)

"Alright, I am sorry Sir, I had no intention of causing any trouble. We will take our leave," Getting up, not wanting to get the tavern into trouble, claps her thigh quietly. "Come on Chief," she gestures to the dog and then makes her way towards the exit.

Raising an eyebrow, she slowly began to worry, looking down at the dog for some kind of comfort. "Where am I supposed to go?" she asked, standing up and looking around for the door she came through.

"Excuse me? This land does not exist? whatever do you mean?"

Out of sheer pity, she pets the dog kindly and looks back up at the dwarf. "Nope, afraid not sir. It seems I have landed in a completely different land than my own...." To add a little bit of cheer to the conversation, she adds. "I should never have snooped around in a sorcerer's things."

"I am afraid I don't know, sir. Would you care to tell me?" she asks, looking down at the dog again. "You aint much help," she mumbles. (I have no currency or anything of the likes, do I?)

Confused and dazed after the battle, she slides down in the chair, puts her hands over her face and tries to make sense of the situation. Paper bag on the floor, skeletons, yellow dog... Helmsport.... What the hell is going on? "I am not actually sure," she finally says. "Have you by any chance...

Approaching the dwarf, she cleared her throat and looked down quickly to the dog making sure it was still there. "Excuse me sir?" she spoke in dwarvish. "Could you tell me where I am?"

Still panting, she tries to regain her composure. At least this is better than the skeletons. Figuring the Wolf chief has warped into the golden dog, she pats it gently and looks around, trying to find someone to speak to.