Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-27550231-20170816131924

Jorge's hand leaves the handle and covers the'face' of his helmet. A muffled groan could be heard but it was hard to tell if it came from the man or his armor.

"This just went into a completely different direction."

He tilts slightly in Freya's direction catching the last part of Freya's question.

"Atropia. Its a small nation state in the far east. So few people know about it and even fewer will ever find and visit it and that's how we like to keep it. If we were any more open about our presence other countries would definitely invade and take us over. Mostly the extremists. We don't take kindly to magically inclined creatures there. So I would not recommended following me their either."

Another lie.

At this point Jorge was wreaking havoc in his mind in a desperate attempt to remember things from his past to bring up and pass them off as truth. He was unsure if it was working but he did an amazing job at suppressing his uneasiness."

"But enough about my home. Where are you from and why do you just let people run rampant in such a crowded place? So many bystanders can get hurt from such a display. And what about the children? Those freaks are basically fornicating in the streets!"