Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27227983-20170401095906/@comment-27227983-20170406053348

Asher: *Hears stomping, shrugs it off* (Dancers can't get any more annoying with their obnoxious stomping...)

??? fades into yellow cinders, which Asher picks up and absorbs. The bruise on his face that was caused from a slap faded away...

Asher: Now... Maybe I can enjoy a break. *Holding a gem on his hand* Time to rest in the most expensive inn... (I deserve it.) *Begins walking to the inn*