Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190227050535

(Everyone) “Seems our chances are growing. What do you think, mutt?” Armata looks to Marcus, who’s leaned up against a wall.

“Still slim. And that ain’t gonna change if you get my old man involved. Just a liability. I’m going back to my room, the ladies are probably getting restless.” Marcus stops leaning on the wall and starts heading for the door.

“Of course, go tend to the restless undead. And do try to keep it down next time. Our guests complained about noise coming from your room.” Armata shouts to the other end of his throneroom.

“Try telling that to Cyndwella.” Marcus shouts back.