"In our last moments of courage, my brothers and I shall fight for future of the young ones."
~Lord Zalrond Solidair Sotiris
SOUTHERN COASTS OF ARANDUIL
THE PORT CITY OF DURENHAL
Alleyway
Tuesday
10:56 a.m
"Zaravant," Andreas clutched his midsection with a burst of laughter that escaped its containment. "I did not think you were the kind to indulge in terrible jests."
"Do I look like someone who has time for jests?" Zelaphiel's expression hardened with a frown.
"Fanculo," Andreas cursed in Izavian.His hysterical laughter was subdued by the intimidating warrior's deep tone. "You're serious," He nervously ran his fingers through his thick, silky hair, and sighed. "Do you know what it would take to pull off the disguise of a woman?"
