Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-27666783-20191110022502

@Bar Area?

"Why do you not just ask him?" Chenguang peers across the bars toward Praetor and his friend, turning back toward the young Apprentice.

"Tact. Chen. Tact is a must here, the man has come here to enjoy himself, the company of his comrades. To try and rifle him away now will only put us on the wrong foot." Bertram leans inward and splays an arm over the counter to gain the attention of the bartender. "The night is young, sit. Drink. Relax. This is what 'people' do." The tone of his voice dripped with his tried and true sarcastic sneer.

The Jinko furrows her eyebrows, almost scoldingly. "This is not time for drinking. And I cannot drink. Alcohol is poison for felines."

"Alchohol is poison for apes too. Its part of why we drink it." Bertram turns around, "Where on earth is that bartender?"

"You know it is a different matter." Chenguang reaffirmed, earning the sigh of annoyance from her sibling.

"Drink water then. Point is to sit, act as if you don't stick out like a sore thu-" Bertram's voice cuts short as the huge man hoves into view of the court, flanked by his comrades.

Chenguang turns to match what Bertram eyed. "Soldiers of your army?" She asks.

"The big man is certainly bloody well built like a Castillian Paladin but I don't know. The weapons on his friends are forged in an Order foundry though. Could probably even tell the specific Foundry if they were closer."

"You can tell which sword came from which foundry but you cannot tell if the gigantic man is one of yours or not? And you are an Inquisitor?"

"Do you bloody know every individual in the Four Armies just because your an Officer? No I can't tell." The banter is cut short as the bar not too far from them sees a large thud by a masked goer.