Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-25808351-20170326210522

Marcus chuckles and pours Baku another drink. He stares at his glass happily, his mind recalling a vast array of images, scenes past. Marcus feels hope and safety for his country and sighs in relief.

"Baku, I can't join the Band officially. But I will lend my help. Just put me under freelance. As for the private stock, you can't part with it, you'll have to come here and drink it with me...." Marcus smiles and raises his glass.