And with that he swishes his cape around him once more and flounces his way up the stairs. Honestly you can't not fuck him. But you're feeling sleepy at present and you only just met him and Issachar needs to sleep too so you should really wait a bit longer before asking, no matter how romantic it would be to lay with him in the throes of passion on all your brand new gold, your conquest making a bed for your conquest-
Heh, it's kinda cute seeing Eldingar being a lot more confident even if it's only in a clusmy, kinda dorky way. Opened the door to the cage and now that super starved part of him is out and about and ready to have some fun to borrow Belial's metaphor a bit. Still a dumbass though, I don't think he knows how uncomfortable a hoard is for...uh. Basically everyone else tbh. It's a comfy beanbag/security blanket for him, it's a literal pile of sharp metal to everyone else, novelty of Scrooge McDucking it aside.
"Indeed," Lyrros says solemnly. "Not a moment after the victorious mob crossed the threshold to return to their homes and families, the final stage of the curse took hold. The mansion rebuilt itself from little more than cinders as pristine as the day it was constructed. I realised then that the curse that had initially claimed Éamon was still alive - and perhaps so was he, in some diminished and tortured state - and I lacked the means to break it for good. It was then that I chose to consign myself to my fate as the mansion's prisoner and warden, its unknown watchman at the border between darkness and light."
Hrm. I don't...I don't think he's lying exactly but it feels like there's some sort of important omissions here and that's fair given we're friendly but don't know each other that well. I'm partly basing that off of "he talks too much like everything's more or less settled but we know he's gonna have some kind of character conflict" which is cheating a bit but I'll defend it heh. For one he kinda breezes over the existence of whatever monster turned Eamon. For another you could really easily read the ghost appearing scene as a pretty classic "the ghost was trying to warn you" thing before it was hastily warded away by the guy with a secret to hide. I mean it wasn't really doing anything sinister so much as just standing there for an (unintentional really) jump scare. Similarly someone like Lyrros who was a self-admitted traveler before he was brought here doesn't really gel with the idea of him staying anchored as a noble watchmen. Especially when he's making all these traps and shit to try and entice people in.
He can leave the estate pretty easily it looks like but there's something holding him here that he's not telling us. And curses are usually pretty thematic so the "and then it just regenerated like this was the end of Mother!" rings kinda weirdly. There's got to be some point to it being restored to its height, just full of weird ghosts and all Wrong on the inside now. Curses are for someone and this doesn't really seem to be for Eamon (it's not even preying on the villagers really, nobody's lived here in ages).
My bet's...hrm. My bet's that Lyrros probably did Something he's pretty ashamed of and wants Eldingar to like him (because the guy does read as really lonely). It'd explain why the curse keeps the house in this moment, it's a reminder of what happened that he can never really move on from and it'd explain why he stuck with it, 'cause no matter where he went he knew it'd always be here. Which kind of kills the joy in anything else he'd do.
'Course this is all melodramatic as hell so I might just be talking out of my ass. But if I called it I reserve the right to be sssuuuuper smug.
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
On the one hand more time with Jun-ho is a good thing and we probably should talk with him one on one some, the prelude and aftermath to the Meeting are pretty good avenues for it and it's narratively a natural segue into talking about his family and feeling out the whole probably poly side of things. On the other I think...hrm. I think inviting her is kinda dangerous, because if she doesn't approve (and it's highly likely she won't) she'll tell us to get rid of the rest and then come back to check now and then to make sure we followed through. Or she'll say something in front of like Makram about how, sure, Eldingar can rail the poolboy if he wants as long as he keeps it on the downlow and that's just-
That's not gonna go anywhere good.
I think it's worth noting that she hasn't been in his lair a bunch yet, if at all really, which makes it a sort of safe haven from her. It's worth preserving that I think. And, frankly, Eldingar's set the standards for success so low that we can probably get her off our back just by seeming to meet the bare minimum.
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
The aunties already know what with their world's greatest spy network so we wouldn't be able to have maximum fun of deceiving her at the party....unless the aunties play along that's a thought.
You look up at them both like they've grown extra heads. " 'Bed'? What is this 'bed' business? No, I will stay the night right here with all of my new treasure!"
And with that he swishes his cape around him once more and flounces his way up the stairs. Honestly you can't not fuck him. But you're feeling sleepy at present and you only just met him and Issachar needs to sleep too so you should really wait a bit longer before asking, no matter how romantic it would be to lay with him in the throes of passion on all your brand new gold, your conquest making a bed for your conquest-
Once you have it all nice and collected in a larger pile at the back of the room you take a running start and dive into the side of it, arms extended like an arrow. Shink goes the mound of coins over your scales as you bury yourself halfway in and burrow the rest of the way, squirming under until only the tip of your snout and tail are peeking out either end.
You stretch out with a happy yawn, straining every muscle as a few little waterfalls of coins roll off your back and limbs.
And see a ghost standing over you.
"WAH"
You spring up from the pile, coin jingling and rattling as it scatters in all directions. Your wings flap madly, leaving you to lurch awkwardly back and land flat on your ass as the ghost pursues. It's the Lord Éamon you saw in the dining room, it has to be, his features still obscured by grave-fog but you swear he's more defined now, his eyes blazing with unearthly light as-
'Do me right here on the money', the part of your brain Belial woke up says. "That sounds great," you say out loud, taking the offered hand. You weigh plenty even in bipedal form thanks to all the armoured scales but he hoists you up as easily as anything - like you needed any reminder of Lyrros' impossible strength. He leads the way up the stairs and you follow, a part of you thankful for the cape because otherwise it would be very distracting to walk behind him.
"I have no need for sustenance." Lyrros pulls a chair out from the table and takes a seat with a buttery-smooth half-pirouette, crossing one leg over the other and slouching artfully with barely an inch of his back actually resting on the chair back. "The curse sustains me, as it has already for a hundred long years in solitude. The night itself is my bread and wine."
"Hm? What?" he answers immediately. "No I am afraid I must decline, this cursed body of mine rejects all forms of nourishment but the most wicked and vile."
"I think I'll just do mine the old-fashioned way," Issachar says.
"How pedestrian," Lyrros remarks. "Are you so beneath a little amusement that-" SMASH
Lyrros jumps as shards of porcelain spray all over his legs and boots. Issachar's perfectly-aimed plate-throw reverses before your eyes, flying across the table and slotting neatly in the cabinet on top of yours.
Lyrros turns to leave, his entire body shifting and flowing like black smoke as he changes into something an entirely different. In the space of a single step he's become a silver-white wolf streaked with black markings, bounding for the closed gate at a full gallop. He leaps, turning briefly to mist in the moments of contact, and then he's through, scampering off down the remnants of the ancient road and lost to the shadows of the forest. Issachar scratches his jaw speculatively as he watches the strange being go.
Makram appears to be entertaining Jun-ho with some kind of game, magically projecting a grid of brightly-coloured gems from his lamp that Jun-ho is swapping back and forth to try and create nicely-matching rows. To your visceral horror, doing so only makes them explode. To your surprise, Jun-ho is having the time of his life all the same. Yet another sign of extreme deviancy as a dragon.
You return to find that the contractors have been back. They put the door in for starters, a heavy steel-banded slab of a thing, wood so thick and high-grade even another dragon's fire would take a minute to cut through it. Opens inward of course, perfect for you to just semi-gently headbutt it open and wriggle your way inside.
A good start, but we're going to want to get it decorated at least, with maybe a second gate to create an antechamber, perhaps containing traps of puzzles. Now, inlaid filigree or relief carvings? Choices, choices...
"Oh! Hi Eldingar!" Jun-ho says brightly, his game forgotten, and fading, as he skips forward to keep pace with you. "You found someone else, you said? What's he like? It's been really nice getting to know everyone so apparently that map had really great taste in guys!"
It's nice to see Jun-ho is making friends, I suspect that's what he needs most. Our dear wiggleboi seems to be having a great time, and credits us with enabling it. Good on him.
"Can you not see I'm-BLLEEUUUUGGGHHHHH-busy!?" you thunder, violently throwing up a spray of coins. Then, a moment later, you hack up an entire kite shield.
I eagerly await your first report on the progress you have no doubt been making per our previous discussion. Preparing for Nana Illvithri's party is not something you can leave to the last minute, and as such I expect you to update me regularly over the coming months. I am occupying the penthouse suite of Apex Towers in the Plutocracy quarter. Don't keep me waiting.
Thruma, The Gathering Storm Whose Clarion Call Echoes Across The Seas'
Hrm. I don't...I don't think he's lying exactly but it feels like there's some sort of important omissions here and that's fair given we're friendly but don't know each other that well. I'm partly basing that off of "he talks too much like everything's more or less settled but we know he's gonna have some kind of character conflict" which is cheating a bit but I'll defend it heh. For one he kinda breezes over the existence of whatever monster turned Eamon. For another you could really easily read the ghost appearing scene as a pretty classic "the ghost was trying to warn you" thing before it was hastily warded away by the guy with a secret to hide. I mean it wasn't really doing anything sinister so much as just standing there for an (unintentional really) jump scare. Similarly someone like Lyrros who was a self-admitted traveler before he was brought here doesn't really gel with the idea of him staying anchored as a noble watchmen. Especially when he's making all these traps and shit to try and entice people in.
He can leave the estate pretty easily it looks like but there's something holding him here that he's not telling us. And curses are usually pretty thematic so the "and then it just regenerated like this was the end of Mother!" rings kinda weirdly. There's got to be some point to it being restored to its height, just full of weird ghosts and all Wrong on the inside now. Curses are for someone and this doesn't really seem to be for Eamon (it's not even preying on the villagers really, nobody's lived here in ages).
My bet's...hrm. My bet's that Lyrros probably did Something he's pretty ashamed of and wants Eldingar to like him (because the guy does read as really lonely). It'd explain why the curse keeps the house in this moment, it's a reminder of what happened that he can never really move on from and it'd explain why he stuck with it, 'cause no matter where he went he knew it'd always be here. Which kind of kills the joy in anything else he'd do.
'Course this is all melodramatic as hell so I might just be talking out of my ass. But if I called it I reserve the right to be sssuuuuper smug.
This is a lot more insight than I ever would have had into Lyrros. Seems plausible, too.
Now, votes.
[ ] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[ ] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
Probably the safest option. Has some good potential for discussion as Tenfold points out, and... Well it's kind of his turn, at this point.
[ ] Avoid her as long as possible. Send Ilyana back with the semi-truth that you're extremely busy travelling the world with your betrothed looking for enough gold to build a hoard worthy of the two of you and conducting renovations from afar.
Just a note; this one is prooobably a trap. It screams "mom checks up on us and is pissed at the lies/does something about all these 'squatters'.
[ ] Tell her the truth. Go see her like she asked, but tell her that you're assembling a veritable harem of prospective boyfriends rather than just courting Jun-ho.
Eldingar stands up for himself!
... Yeah we know how that's gonna turn out
I. Mmm. I'm actually tempted to push for this, buuut I feel like I'd be more comfortable with that if Eldingar first had some time to consolidate things. He's bouyant on some nice developments now, but he's had a couple of hard knocks pretty recently, and I don't think his assurance can hold up under pressure right now. It would have a lot more potential if we could bring a couple peeps along as backup and moral support (@ZerbanDaGreat would write-in sub-votes be possible here, given there's a couple for the other 'tell the truth' option?), but then again while we've spent some time with most of them, we haven't spent a significant amount of time with any of them yet, so "please hold my hand as I square off against my overbearing dragon matriarch of a mom" might be a bit much to ask of them.
[ ] Invite her over. You feel confident with how things have been progressing. So confident, in fact, that you want to rub her nose into it. Show her the new digs and all the new wealth and boyfriends you've accumulated.
Dangerous. It does provide hard evidence for the whole "we are Actually Doing Shit" side of things, but it carries the risk of her disapproval and acting on that. Plus as Tenfold points out, there are less obvious risks like her commentary upsetting the others, and violating Eldingar's haven. High risk, middling reward.
Yeah, okay. Tentative vote;
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
[X] Avoid her as long as possible. Send Ilyana back with the semi-truth that you're extremely busy travelling the world with your betrothed looking for enough gold to build a hoard worthy of the two of you and conducting renovations from afar.
You spring up from the pile, coin jingling and rattling as it scatters in all directions. Your wings flap madly, leaving you to lurch awkwardly back and land flat on your ass as the ghost pursues. It's the Lord Éamon you saw in the dining room, it has to be, his features still obscured by grave-fog but you swear he's more defined now, his eyes blazing with unearthly light as-
It's as if there's an aura of safety around him, a little bubble of predator's deterrent that makes the lesser ghosts and ghouls of the cursed estate know better than to show their faces.
"I have no need for sustenance." Lyrros pulls a chair out from the table and takes a seat with a buttery-smooth half-pirouette, crossing one leg over the other and slouching artfully with barely an inch of his back actually resting on the chair back. "The curse sustains me, as it has already for a hundred long years in solitude. The night itself is my bread and wine."
Makram appears to be entertaining Jun-ho with some kind of game, magically projecting a grid of brightly-coloured gems from his lamp that Jun-ho is swapping back and forth to try and create nicely-matching rows.
I love how all the Abzu date options are also science experiments.
(also in hindsight this helps explain Eldingar's aversion to paper money. Somehow I suspect his inability to stomach it is actually quite literal)
EDIT: as to voting options... I am actually incredibly tempted to go with:
[ ] Tell her the truth. Go see her like she asked, but tell her that you're assembling a veritable harem of prospective boyfriends rather than just courting Jun-ho.
Somehow I suspect 'please excuse my hoard of boyfriends' is actually quite acceptable amongst dragons.
[X] Tell her the truth. Go see her like she asked, but tell her that you're assembling a veritable harem of prospective boyfriends rather than just courting Jun-ho.
Whether truth or lies
It gets said all the same
Whatever's on the table plays!
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
The longest boi needs screentime and for us to learn his dark secrets that make him relish in jewel destruction.
Hey, I also thought the letter was from Takara at first! Except I thought it was something more like "I've got ur map stealing ur d00dz!" Because at this point I can't actually conceive of Takara doing something to make the relationship better instead of worse. They're like the hot girl you meet at a party, have a great time with but then only realize after the second date that they're incredibly messed up and possess self destructive urges that will lead to pain and relationship troubles for the booth of you. (But maybe because you're a bleeding heart you stick with her and try to get her help.)
Note that that analogy is from an OOC perspective. I doubt Eldingar has any sympathy for Takara, who is just a thief to him. But so far I'm sticking with my theory that Takara has a Freudian excuse or something.
[X] Invite her over. You feel confident with how things have been progressing. So confident, in fact, that you want to rub her nose into it. Show her the new digs and all the new wealth and boyfriends you've accumulated.
I think this path is most likely to lead to a fight/competitive husbando making, and that's pretty much what I want to see here.
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
Ahahahaha oh my god I fucking love these nerds god
But yeah this is probably the best way to go about it, we're unfortunately not actually at the point where we can tell Eldingar's mom that she can choke, so the best way to go about it is to try keep her happy and avoid anything that could compromise the safety and actual happiness Eldingar's managed to achieve at the moment.
Issachar remains great. I note that, in addition to a name straight from the Torah, he's also giving us the same reason for dietary laws that a lot of people assume caused pork to be banned in the first place. It's... still hard to see him as not an Abrahamic-inspired angel.
As far as what to do now... this is a difficult challenge. I don't think we can really just decide to impose on Jun-ho without being rude, but like all the options are generally rude to Jun-ho if he feels like the opposite of that choice.
[X] Avoid her as long as possible. Send Ilyana back with the semi-truth that you're extremely busy travelling the world with your betrothed looking for enough gold to build a hoard worthy of the two of you and conducting renovations from afar.
This is probably the best option to avoid being overly imposing on Jun-ho. Or people who aren't Jun-ho, for that matter.
[X] Invite her over. You feel confident with how things have been progressing. So confident, in fact, that you want to rub her nose into it. Show her the new digs and all the new wealth and boyfriends you've accumulated.
Lyrros just stares off meaningfully into the middle distance, you gratefully take the opportunity to admire him, and he gratefully takes the opportunity to be admired. Symbiosis in action.
Makram appears to be entertaining Jun-ho with some kind of game, magically projecting a grid of brightly-coloured gems from his lamp that Jun-ho is swapping back and forth to try and create nicely-matching rows. To your visceral horror, doing so only makes them explode.
You amble ponderously onward, movements bordering on exaggeratedly slow and careful, as the others all gradually fall in behind you. You pause beside your hoard, sadly diminished as it is - but not for long. You set your stance and...
"What in Ormazd's fucking name are you doing?" Makram exclaims.
You cut off the stream of gold with a dry "hhhak" and curl your neck around to look at him. He's hardly alone in his visceral reaction - Issachar is wide-eyed, Belial just has a long-suffering look on his face and Jun-ho has both claws clapped over his snout to try and stifle his sympathetic retches. Abzu, conversely, is holding up a pair of signs; [That's incredible!] [Do you have a second stomach for gold!?]
"This is a proud draconic tradition!" you protest. "How do you think dragons got all that wealth back to their hoards before the days of these ask-no-questions Plutocracy teams willing to work for dragons with discretion?"
"(don't feel so good)" Jun-ho murmurs, somehow losing colour in his scales.
"Watch on with pride, Jun-ho! This is your-BLEEUUUUUGHHHH-legacy as a member of dragonkind!" you exclaim, another stomach upheaval sending more gold and gems tumbling out of your maw. Abzu races over fearlessly, leaning in to experimentally poke and prod at the freshly-regurgitated wealth.
[X] Invite her over. You feel confident with how things have been progressing. So confident, in fact, that you want to rub her nose into it. Show her the new digs and all the new wealth and boyfriends you've accumulated.
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
Oh god we have a vampire rock star, I'd say "this is the best quest ever", but I think that's obvious already.
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
Each time I read this chapter, I break out laughing.
Whats great about this quest is that all the text is infused with Eldignars personality.
Ofcourse a dragon like him would be disgusted that the jewels explode and dissapear.
I also love how differant Jun-ho is.
He doesn't have the great but that is odd to Eldingar.
and, ofcourse
I did not know I wanted dragons to puke up gold in my life, but here we are.
"This is a proud draconic tradition!" you protest. "How do you think dragons got all that wealth back to their hoards before the days of these ask-no-questions Plutocracy teams willing to work for dragons with discretion?"
"(don't feel so good)" Jun-ho murmurs, somehow losing colour in his scales.
"Watch on with pride, Jun-ho! This is your-BLEEUUUUUGHHHH-legacy as a member of dragonkind!" you exclaim, another stomach upheaval sending more gold and gems tumbling out of your maw. Abzu races over fearlessly, leaning in to experimentally poke and prod at the freshly-regurgitated wealth.
This moment in particulair is just...
PERFECTION
Almost everytime I read it I burst into laughing.
[X] Invite her over. You feel confident with how things have been progressing. So confident, in fact, that you want to rub her nose into it. Show her the new digs and all the new wealth and boyfriends you've accumulated.
This because I think it wil help with Eldignars self-esteem.
THAT and we can behind our bois.
Throw them to our angry bother while we hide amoungst our treasure
Maybe puke up some more.
...
For some reason I hope that in dragon tradion you don't give a gift on a bithday,
No all dragon projectile treasure vomit their gifts at the person in question.
Its a proud dragon tradition
Yes
Proud
Hey, I also thought the letter was from Takara at first! Except I thought it was something more like "I've got ur map stealing ur d00dz!" Because at this point I can't actually conceive of Takara doing something to make the relationship better instead of worse. They're like the hot girl you meet at a party, have a great time with but then only realize after the second date that they're incredibly messed up and possess self destructive urges that will lead to pain and relationship troubles for the booth of you. (But maybe because you're a bleeding heart you stick with her and try to get her help.)
Note that that analogy is from an OOC perspective. I doubt Eldingar has any sympathy for Takara, who is just a thief to him. But so far I'm sticking with my theory that Takara has a Freudian excuse or something.
Its actual garb seemed almost inconsequential, but it bore noting for its sheer opulence. It had the air of something once simple and sacred that had been altered, gaudily and mockingly. A pair of loose-fitting pleated pants in rich indigo, the pure white folded jacket trimmed with the same, a rigid purple choker sealed around its neck. Its feet, barely visible beneath the hems, were bare and black as ink, each toe tipped in a short, curved claw. No prizes for guessing then, even before it produced a paper talisman from within its voluminous hanging sleeves to cradle like a dagger, that its hands were similarly black and clawed. And then, the finishing piece - the fox tail swaying free from its tailbone, golden-white and bushy as a paintbrush.
They've got sort of shrine-robes, something restrained and modest that's been deliberately twisted to be the antithesis of everything it used to be and, like, generally when people take something that's clearly super important to them and go "I'm going to fuck this up until it's unrecognizable" it's not because they're coming from a great place. Like not to psychoanalyze but it does read as a mix of spiting others and spiting themselves y'know? Fucking up shit you used to love hurts and that hurt is kind of the point, 'cause you're trying to prove how much you don't really need it, how you've grown out of it, even while it's transparently obvious that you do still care 'cause if you didn't you could just move on like a normal person. I mean yeah it's plausible that the clothes don't mean anything, they're just something Takara picked up, but they've got enough of an overlap with Tamamo and there's enough detail dedicated to them that that seems really unlikely. And overall there's definitely a harder edge to them than the other love interests, and while they were playing with kid gloves in the cave they probably could've killed Belial and Jun-ho if they were actually angling for it.
I guess what I'm getting at is that calling it a Freudian excuse feels pretty uncharitable, Takara's had some shitty behavior but they're a long way from actively malevolent and they're pretty clearly working through some Stuff. For all that they flippantly talk about improving their love life the way a lot of their stuff is super sexualized it's kinda- it does smack a little of trying too hard? Not quite Makram's style of "notice me" but a pretty clear strain of leaning into it to the point of comedy. I mean sure some of that's just for the humor value but there's still a difference between, say, someone like Makram or Belial both who are pretty much nearly naked All The Time and aren't super shy about it (although Belial is now and then as a character thing). And Takara who is super over the top and thirsty as hell.
Honestly Takara is...really really sympathetic tbh, and I can't rightly see Eldingar staying mad at them once they actually talk. Because if there's anyone who's going to get it it's him. That kind of "I'm such a fractal fuckup I ruined everything and now I just kinda want to lay in the mess I made and not have to try anymore but hey, gotta keep going right?" You can draw pretty easy parallels between Takara in the field as they get the joke and Eldingar's reaction to melting his hoard on accident.
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
[X] Tell her the truth. Go see her like she asked, but tell her that you're assembling a veritable harem of prospective boyfriends rather than just courting Jun-ho.
"I have no need for sustenance." Lyrros pulls a chair out from the table and takes a seat with a buttery-smooth half-pirouette, crossing one leg over the other and slouching artfully with barely an inch of his back actually resting on the chair back. "The curse sustains me, as it has already for a hundred long years in solitude. The night itself is my bread and wine."
"Hm? What?" he answers immediately. "No I am afraid I must decline, this cursed body of mine rejects all forms of nourishment but the most wicked and vile."
"Just... one moment please Jun-ho," you say, raising a closed foreclaw to stifle a dangerous '(urp)'. "I'll be right with you all in a moment."
"Oh, alright!"
You amble ponderously onward, movements bordering on exaggeratedly slow and careful, as the others all gradually fall in behind you. You pause beside your hoard, sadly diminished as it is - but not for long. You set your stance and...
Jesus wow, that wasn't what I expected, though I actually like it as a thing dragons do! Interesting bit of world building.
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
Honestly I think it's time we learn more about Jun-ho! Maybe we can get a date out of it too!
[X] Play along. Go see her like she asked and lie through your teeth telling her courting Jun-ho - and only Jun-ho - is coming along fine.
--[X] Actually bring Jun-ho with you.
We can turn up to our family gathering with our harem in tow later.
