Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190316062337

(Everyone) “I don’t think he was talking about what you made?” Marcus shifts his gaze to Aeron.

Armata holds his response to Jorge, but his eyes are respectful and attentive to the Knight’s question. Armata waits until Cerberus enters the dining hall, diving into the endless feast that lay before them all.

“Of course the enemy is close, Sir Warden. But this beast is not easily tamed.” Armata whispers so softly that Jorge can barely hear the Vampire’s voice. “We must accept this one with all it’s faults, least we lose a powerful ally. Humor him, Sir Jorge. As my Warden, I asketh you, be kind. To the best of your abilities.”

Armata turns, his towering visage looming over Jorge. “He is violent, without honor. But so am I, Sir Knight. Treat your new comrade, with as much restraint as you have me.” Armata pulls Jorge aside for a moment.

“Every second you stand by my side and humor my choices, my respect for you grows. Keep this up and I might consider you a friend, Jorge.” Armata in a hard yet nonviolent way pats Jorge’s shoulder guard, and leaves the knight to his own thoughts.