07-16-2009, 01:03 PM
Crimson groaned a little as he was forced against the pile of shiny metal before he recovered, looking up towards the powerful lizard. "I guess I don't really have a choice." The fox quickly slipped off his set of metal armor, leaving the protective gear at the bottom of the pile. Left in a set of light traveling clothes, Crimson still trembled a little as he sat against the pile of gold. "Well, I've removed it, dragon. What else did you have planned?"
