Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-27550231-20180116082210

Jorge does his best to ignore the people asking for autographs but cannot be helped but turn to look at them as he passes by. But all the calling and cheering does not take away his attention from the damaged cityscape and how it reminded him of his times on crusade. The buildings that were being repaired darken and burn in his mind as he is drawn back to that dark place before the cheers snap him to.

Upon entering the restaurant Jorge removes his helmet and looks around the establishment taking in the damage it had taken. He follows behind Ashe and subconciously imprints his past unto the damaged building. Everyone vanishes as the room becomes dark and flames start to slowly engulf the place. This time the trance is stronger as the bustle from the brothel does not catch his attention, he only snaps out of his trance as they suddenly stop at the reception desk and he bumps against it.

"Sorry about that! I was distracted a bit... So a table of two right? What kind of place is this?"