Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-27666783-20191110033748

"Oh shite." Bertram muttered, a hand coming to grip the side of his temple.

"The Archaic Branch of the Order?" Chenguang repeated from the man quite vocally introducing himself, turning back toward her brother.

"High Office has allowed one the madmen out. When the Order needs a living, walking siege engine. When we need to cut a dragon's pride down to size, we find people like him. And we tell them to wreak havoc." Betram replies, still observing the man as he squeezes the Host.

"If he is under your High Office's orders, surely he'd be adherent to them?" Chenguang prods.

"You don't control a man like Beorthric, you unleash him. And now he is here with us, in a party, surrounded by Mamono. You might be right about haste." Bertram quickly turns to locate Jorge