Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190218061847/@comment-38232361-20190629201617

The man looks aghast, seemingly insulted by the guard's unwillingness to obey his 'reasonable' orders, "Wha- Do you know who I am? I am Drenn Ranco! I am the Head of our City's Treasury and Chief Tax Collector!

The half elf rolls his eyes at the fat man's rant, but stops his struggles against the guard, who he now recognized as Benvollo Flamesman, a usual at the tavern his mother works at. He continues to hide his face from him, because how many blond, male, seventeen year old half-elves are even in the city?

The guard picks up the mask, but it is swiftly snatched by the balding noble, "Ah! Yes! This is in fact an item stolen from me personally! A valuable family heirloom, one I shall graciously take back!" he greedily runs his fingers over it, licking his lips as her stares into it.

"Ewwww! I'd rather go back into the puddle than with this sleaze ball!" Sylvia's voice shudders as her vessel is being violated by Drenn's fingers and gaze. The half elf grits his teeth and tries to go for it. "Lies! He's never owned that before in his life!"

"Richard! Please don't let this creep take me!"

Drenn backhands Richard across the face, "Quiet mutt! You are nothing but a thief! This does not belong to you!"