Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-11848168-20150912001438/@comment-11848168-20150915015529

"A soft Haven-dweller? Lizkah would have never thought he would meet one." an old voice said, extending the vowels. The source of the voice was a mobian lizard dressed in a gray robe, sporting feathers on his head and arms. He held a clipboard in one hand and one of his feathers as a pen in the other. He appeared to have crept up from behind the group. "Lizkah apologizes for the interruption of idle conversations, but newbloods not hear for banter, but for currency. Although if newbloods insist, Lizkah will bring out chairs of all sizes, or should the job be announced?"