Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180313041351

Praetor sits in the chair shifting his weight to one side as he rests his chin on his knuckles.

"Layoka. The child they took is named Layoka. Armata put me under her charge... As you can see loosing another child does not bode well with me at all. And I appreciate the offer as late as it is. Had I known we might have been able to avoid my banishment and Ne'zon running away. But I gladly accept it now. Help me hunt down this armored thing that has taken my adopted child. Help me rend through it's armor so we may expose their weak flesh to the sunlight. So we may avenge the ones I've lost."

The chair Praetor sits on groans as he speaks the dark charred oak splintering as emotes with his hands.

"So will you help me now? Now that I can ask you without the shame of THAT event in heart."