Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191109155542

@Hound

"Yes...he was" For a moment, only a moment, Drapp's voice had changed. The gravely deep was gone. It was slightly higher. Slightly more relaxed.

The shine in Drapp's eyes also changed to a more...welcoming one, briefly discarding the tone of distance he had bore throughout this time "Maybe he just needs his bearings. Like Lord Armata. He was becoming more agreeable before moving away. Maybe, with time, the new man could..."

Drapp subtly shakes his head, a hand on his forehead. Well, his mask's forehead. Within the metal, his eyes had snapped back, returned to his 'normal' state. His voice, slightly hinged, was no more. Neutrality was back in the fold "Well, I assume he had been here relatively shortly. People newly instituated in power often get bouts of stretching their new uniforms, so to say".