Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200405010718

Taking another bite, Dorian sets his fork down and reaches into his coat. He produces the small linen bag, which he simply sets down on the table, scooting it towards Imperia.

He keeps his eyes on her as he takes a drink of his port. She didn't directly answer his query about the spies, and even if she did, his trust was held in reserve.