Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-26288702-20170331011524

Armata slowly looks up at Siphral, his eyes glowing with frustration and annoyance. He twirls his glass of wine as he stares at her, the candles seem to burn brighter as his gaze is fixated on her.

Armata:"Tell me something, have you ever faced zahmeria's champion in combat? Have you ever stared into his eyes, as he barrels down on you? There is only one word that materializes in my mind... terror. Within Jaghund is the doorway to the abyss, a bottomless pit of nothing. He will devour your life and soul, this treaty is not beneath me, it's prominent that we remain on Zahmeria's good side. Otherwise, he'd tear through our covenant like wet paper..."