Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181120054750

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“You can repay me by not driving a wooden stake through my chest.” Armata chuckles. “This is a different matter entirely. I owe you, for steadfast loyalty to the Covenant. Though your devotions be mainly focused on Layoka and your own, the goals are still the same. If we are to stop this new found enemy, we must band together. I would not wish my misfortune upon another father, now that I have experienced such a thing.”

Armata leads Jorge to an off limits area, a wing of the castle only the Vampire Lord himself is permitted. Opening a set of large, dark vanished wooden doors, Jorge is treated to a show room full of handcrafted armorers, swords, shields, cloaks and other assorted things. Each item is crafted with intense precision, as if done by a master class maskers.

“Within this room, is your payment....” Armata smirks.