01 | [Voice]

[khaleesipls]

I’m looking for someone.

[ “Someone.” ]

Twenty feet tall, breathes fire, great leathery wings. Nasty temper. Last seen heading North over Nonah.

[ The clatter of hooves pummeling concrete fills a terse break in speech. Jorah sounds like he’s under a certain amount of stress, short on breath, decorum chafing coarse under pressure.

Somewhere in the distance, sirens are wailing. ]

We need to draw him away from the city.


[ ooc: relevant log post and ooc planning post. ]

Comments

[baetiful]

I can lend you mine. Try not to let it get eaten or otherwise marred. He was quite pricey.