Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-25808351-20170215232453

"Go ahead and smack me. I'm buzzed on whiskey and I've been hit by your husband and my father. Your strikes will be about as effective as one of your stuffed animals." He smirks. Taking another sip, he shuts his book and moves his chair to face Cyndwella, he does his best to not look at her chest. "If you must know Cynd, the work I was doing was rather important. I was cataloguing and checking on the progress of Zahmeria's fortification. Sooner or later, the savage prick Conrad will roll into this city, and we need to be ready." He sips his drink again.

"We're working closely with Armata to make sure Zahmeria is ready for war. Contacting our allies, strengthening the walls, training soldiers, crafting weapons, etc. You think I've been in my room jerking off these past weeks while you've been sulking around?" He looks to the ceiling and sighs. "It's a shame Cynd. Conrad only enforces your perceptions of this world.... I wish individuals like him.... and I, never existed. Our talent, is death. More like our curse." Marcus then downs his glass.

"The difference, is that I recognize this, and take every opportunity to better. When Conrad gets here, I'm going to rip his spin out. Add that to my list of good deeds." He chuckles.