Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-26288702-20170618013816

Armata shakes his head and rubs his eyes. Marcus is once again in his normal form.

Armata:"Drunk bastard." He grumbles. "Something suspicious is going on around this righteous dunghole... If you have nothing better to do than to accuse me of treachery, go away. I have enough on my mind as it is."