Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20190204162635/@comment-26108027-20190312181533

"Aw, gosh, don't make me blush. It's-"

Adria stops, wide eyed as she spots Tiral. He still has his book open, but there are ripped-out pages hovering in front of him now. There are detailed drawings of a crocodile on them, messy lineyan scribbles, and splatters of blue ink. Tiral himself has ink smudges on his hands and face as he writes furiously.

Adria walks over quietly and turns he paper with the drawing on it with an outstretched claw. It looks like an autopsy report.. the depicted crocodile has black smeared around his eyes and down his cheeks. Addia frowns deeply, a few of her teeth peeking out from the corner of her mouth as she reads the report.