Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161009184158

"The Destroyer can't beat Armata alone? That I find difficult to believe."

I'm silent for several seconds. I think back on Bale and his increasing worry about his daughter's whereabouts, how he comes to me every so often to ask if I have heard from her. I haven't, and now I fear the worst. I won't just leave her there...

My voice is clear in the fall air. "I'll come, but only on three conditions. First, I'll need one day to prepare. We leave tomorrow morning.  I run a hospital and a canton and I can't simply leave them without instruction; people rely on me.  Second, I don't take orders from you, or Jorge, or anybody else.  I'm not some lackey sellsword whom you get to command as you see fit.  And the moment that the either of you start trying, you're going to have a far worse problem than any Vampire."

I step forward. "And third, after this, my debt is paid. I owe you nothing.  I don't want to see you in my  canton or around my family ever again.  Are we clear?"