Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20181211073434

The Warden steps forward puzzled, his arms rotating out at his elbows in a confused shrug.

"Marcus? But we had merely returned but two days ago. I highly doubt that he would be willing to leave his family so soon. Especially after your previous engagement with him."

Jorge paces as he talks, his heavy and purposefully slow movements suggest the gait of a tired and wounded man who could only stagger onward.

"Surely you jest Armata. That man would rather join those who would seek to destroy you were it not for the fact that you were a valuable asset in the battle against Paramool. And as for Prad. His magical capabilities are impressive but they damage him at fraction of his enemies and at his current state he is of little use to us. May I recommend we leave him to heal and save his abilities for a later battle?"

Jorge stops his pacing and faces Armata directly resolve burning brightly in his retinas.

"Perhaps we take some of your personal guard in their place, for I doubt that they would make an attempt on your life lest they joined Paramool under that condition."