Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170718050113

Abiathar nods slightly, keeping his smile intact. It was a smile that Bentley could not discern if he was faking it, or holding up the smile purposively. The Vampire's red eyes glint in the dark light. "Nice to meet you, sir. Pardon me if I'm intruding....or am I not?" He turns toward his ally.

"And calling me an aristocrat....what an honor. Why, most people I've met over the years have already gone to calling me a barbarian, given my stance in battle - and lust for blood." He dips his head. "Please. Continue."