Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-25808351-20200329033338

“Really?” Aleric raises an eyebrow. The smug immortal leans back into the couch, his legs still crossed as he snaps his fingers. Imperia reacts like a dog that has been given an order, she moves to Dorian and takes his empty glass, then moves to the bar. Aleric steeples his fingers as Imperia returns a full glass to Dorian.

“You’re rather particular, for a roque.”