[Dragon Mail: Ezra Amos]

[bittersaint]

Mind taking better care of your city, Spenta? You've been losing it everywhere over here.

Send me some cigarettes while you're at it. You know the kind I like.


[Dragon Mail: Rhys Elena]

Didn't think I'd see the day where I'd find someone with a more pitiful kicked puppy look than you. Convinced me he was yours in no time.

Comments

[bittersaint]

He'll know the answer better than I.

I'll do it that way then.

Do you need anything?

[brokencrescendo]

Don't worry about me. I'm managing from this end. [Also picking a fight with the king don't forget that part.]

You're already doing me a huge favor.