Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20200125011422/@comment-25808351-20200216122138

Everyone: Aleric looked around the busy streets, noticing everything with his ancient eyes. His scoffed at the self proclaimed “elites of the city”, convinced at his own superiority. “Who amongst them could rival him”, he thought. A small town like this was a drip in terms of significance. A drop of water in the overflowing barrel of lands under his control. Armata’s empire now belonged to Aleric, and he intended to slowly utilize Harkon with the rest of it.

The ancient beast then noticed the begging children running from fat noble to fat noble, their hands cuffed for offerings and sentiment, yet still happy if they received nothing.

“Imperia, do not let the children fool you. They are but common purse snatchers.” Aleric says coldly.

“I know. They steal money so they can eat.... Very deplorable. How dare they apply a trade to sustain themselves?” Imperia replies.

“Your sarcasm isn’t welcome, Lady Imperia.” Aleric sneers.

“Your heartlessness isn’t appreciated either.” Imperia answers back. “These nobles are heavier from the coin they carry than their waist lines. These children simply want to eat as well as these nobles do. Can you blame them?” Imperia shoots Aleric a defiant glance, utilizing the public setting to protect her insurrection.

“I can and do blame them. Just because you starve does give you the right to commit crime. Just because you want, doesn’t mean you’re entitled to take. Something I intend to use in this meeting....” Aleric smirks.