Slapped Wrist
Posted: Nov 3, 2018, 5:47pm
Kespin pulled back his hand as if bitten by a snake. Tiella grabbed his tunic and dragged him to his feet.
"Do not try my patience old fool." She hissed and Kespin giggled and wriggle his way free.
"Just taking a look. Professional interest and all that."
"Well don't."
Between Balar, Jorrik and the Joton they managed to gather up their injured and unconscious and started to follow Miles on what they hoped woukd be their last leg of this journey underground.