Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190612041948

As Freya eyes the man, she can see it's a broad shouldered body with well-toned musculature underneath a tight cotton tunic, with the collar unfastened enough to leave anything other than his clavicle to the imagination and the sleeves rolled up to expose smooth, strong forearms. He picks his things back up and glares at Greed with murderous intent before politely addressing the Dark Elf. "And you must be this..." he looks Greed up and down before continuing with a word he probably wasn't thinking to describe her, " ...woman's employer? And yes, I am the infamous 'Silver Mask'!" He makes a low, theatrical bow as he doffs his hat to the to the cloaked Dark Elf. "She tells me you are in need of my, services?" He stands to face the shorter woman, a sultry voice leaving his mask and entering her long ears. "I'd be more than happy to discuss the details with you, in private perhaps?"