Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25601391-20151007163914/@comment-24692598-20151024064806

Ryan merely smiled at the little alliance they had made on the spot as he went along with his assassin and left the scene on foot much like the other man as he wonder where he should even stay for the night. He wasn't like the others who had a home here, a stranger who had no real interest in this war. Although he did wonder what the other fighters thought about this war, they seem willing to killing anyone else in order to abtain a wish making cup. What a stupid idea, from what he remembered from his father's story about the cup, it was created from three main families within the witchcraft society long time ago.

He wasn't like his brother, he had no honor or glory to his name, hell, he didn't even learn magic in the beginning of his life like his brother. His family ignored him, but his mother was a exception to this, she saw him as her son, not a property to throw into this war...

"God damn it.." He said to himself as he was getting stuck in his thoughts once again, he looked back at the reciptionist and smiled. "Sorry about that, here's my credit card." He said as she check through with it and it went thorugh. "Thank you." He said as he left the desk with his assassin by his side.