Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180609222731/@comment-27049835-20180627011452

Two figures have been wandering the island. One is a bard, the other a circus performer who is 90% knives. "Where are we again, Taliesin?" The performer asks.

"Patience, my dearest Beatrix. That's a question I can't answer." Taliesin says. They stumble upon Valentine and Marie, also stuck on the island. "Oh... hello beauties..." Taliesin mutters.

"Don't try it." Valentine warns.

"I'm 13, you sick dog." Marie glares.

"Does that matter?" Taliesin mumbled under his breath. "Greetings. I am Taliesin. And this...." he gestures to Beatrix, "is Beatrix, my companion. Neither of you two stunning items would happen to know where we are, would you?"

"No idea. All I know is I wish it was away from you." Valentine sneers.