Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20180205190922/@comment-24852191-20180225045122


 * Meanwhile, a knock hits the door of the room Charger and Elena are staying in. When he opens it, a dark elf bows slightly as he speaks with soft and beautiful voice.

Elf: Lord Charger, his majesty would like to invite his guests, you, to a royal festival.

Charger: A festival?

Elf: Hm, yes. A most glorious festival. It is only held to honor new found friends and allies such as yourselves.


 * Charger thinks.

Charger: Sure, but what should we wear.


 * The elf smiles.

Elf: Anything you wish. His Majesty isn’t picky about such things as you people would put it.


 * Charger raises an eyebrow with a sigh.

Charger: Very well. We will attend if it is indeed for us.

Elf: His Majesty will be pleased.


 * The elf bows and Charger shuts the door. He informs Elena and they begin getting dressed. The others are informed in similar ways and they too get dressed.