Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170630030908

"I feel like garbage."

Praetor's voice is low and silent as the stiching is still fresh and any loud outbursts would absolutely ruin all their hard work. He inspects their handy work. Yes they did good but they couldn't quite well fix the fact that his reflection refused to cooperate.

"Layoka. Do you happen to know what time they serve around here? I am absolutely famished and need nourishment. Come, lead me to the dining hall. Perhaps we can even summon the Lord of this domain so I can give him a proper thanks."

DON"T YOU DARE THANK THAT MONSTER! AFTER EVERYTHING HE"S DONE TO US AND HUMANITY? YOU'RE GOING TO THANK HIM?

Praetor ignores his reflection yelling at him and turns back to the little Dhampire and gesture's her forward.

"Come. Take me to dinner."