Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190901063142/@comment-27550231-20191012220755

As the sun arose so did the sound of cooking came with it. Aigis diligent as ever prepared breakfast for her master and guests. Eggs sizzled, leftover roast was sliced into ribbons and bread was buttered and toasted. While up above in his room the newly appointed lord found himself in pain and undress as he blindly searched the nightstand for water until his temper found the best of him and he sat up and drank deeply from the pitcher.

"What the hell happened last night..."

Jorge looked around the room in confusion as the scent of alcohol and something else seemed to linger. The second sent seemed vaguely familiar but it's true origin eluded him. Jorge lay back down and pondered for several minutes before getting out of his bed and changing.

"Aigis must have brought my belongings up here while I was asleep..."

As he set out his clothes his gaze fell on the set of armor neatly piled on the corner. Every fiber in his body told him to put it on, he had so many times before so why would this not be any different?

"No. Old habits die hard. You can't give in so soon."

Jorge dressed himself in simple clothes, a white shirt and dark slacks, and left his room leaving the door open to air out the strange mixture of alcohol, shame and something else that permeated his room.