Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190202044223

(Everyone) All the spectating guards step back out of the room, but Marcus stays right where he is, albeit a bit wobbly. “As far I am the concerned, it’s yer fault Jorge! I can’t choose the ways I was I born. I’ve always had them heightened senses an shit. What?! Ya piss on eagles cause they fly?!” He jabs a finger at knight.

Armata steps back into the shadows of the armory, his glaring eyes focused on the intoxicated Marcus.