Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-5543592-20170423194750

The doctor gave him a tolerant smile as the evasive answer, and motioned for him to enter, swinging her legs to sit in her chair sideways and setting her pen aside. It was a feather pen, with a quill and all. It appeared that the Crimson King wouldn't forgo everything for medicial particality.

"Come in and take a seat.  Please, shut the door."