unleashed
First Post
Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage
“Well, I guess Mythweaver will take that quite literally, so we’d best be ready in half an hour, dear heart,” Tiberius remarks with a sad shake of his head, after he closes the door. “You know, sometimes I wish I wasn’t quite so honest in my assessment of things, as I could have managed a little more time for us here, alone,” he adds, as he heads over to study the spells he promised Mythweaver, used to putting duty before his own wants or needs.
*When the half hour has elapsed and Mythweaver returns, he finds Claudia and Tiberius ready to go and not pointing weapons at him this time.*
“Well, I guess Mythweaver will take that quite literally, so we’d best be ready in half an hour, dear heart,” Tiberius remarks with a sad shake of his head, after he closes the door. “You know, sometimes I wish I wasn’t quite so honest in my assessment of things, as I could have managed a little more time for us here, alone,” he adds, as he heads over to study the spells he promised Mythweaver, used to putting duty before his own wants or needs.
*When the half hour has elapsed and Mythweaver returns, he finds Claudia and Tiberius ready to go and not pointing weapons at him this time.*