Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180316040424

Praetor clenches hs fists in excitement as Tirush lambasts the vampire. He wanted to push this even further. Leaning against the wall he pulls out a diffrent book, this one bound in a thick scaley leather and twice it's size. He turns the book to it's side and begins to scratch on it. The constant scratching of graphite on paper echoes in the room, odd at first  but then it became rhythmic melody of noise. Occasionally he would glance up from his book at the two vampires as he attempted to take down the details of what was to occur.

Once he got a general layout of the scene he fliped the page and began to work on a portrait of Renwick with an approximation of  how he assumed his name was spelled.

"Honestly I think you are wrong. We may seem like we don't care but would we be here if we didn't? Debt's, personal intrest, whatever it may be. I at least care. Prad... I do not know who or why you are here but I'm certain he cares about some-"

Praetor glances over to Tirush then changes the page once more.

"Hold that pose would you? It's not often I get to see you so I'd like to capture this moment."