Alyera, agreeing to the plan, waits outside the hotel for a few minutes, for everyone else to get situated. After staying as long as she can stand, she bursts in the door, carrying her supplies in her arms.
She pants, and collapses on a chair, looking for the count's men. "So... heavy... Could I get some help from some of you gentlemen?"
She asks, as nicely as possible.
RIP, Cloud City. Two beautiful years.
COMPUTER PROBLEMS. INDEFINITE HIATUS.
Originally Posted by TravelLog
Originally Posted by SamBurke
*snip* ...Hands down the funniest class critique ever... *snip*
I cannot tell you the number of times I laughed while reading this.