Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161129060922/@comment-26517142-20161204115808

Jeiel takes a small step backward, trying not to act offensive to the stranger. "Oh... um.. sorry. My bad. Are you perhaps a patron of this saloon? I'm just wondering if there are vacancies inside."

Jeiel's narrowed vision blurred a bit, and for a moment, the stranger took the form of something else..

He started to cringe.

For a brief moment, the stranger had the visage of man behind a suit of armor. Talking to him with hollow eyes and an abyss for a mouth.

Praetor.

''You tried to kill me..AND now you're here in front of me, being nonchalant as if you hadn't attempted to harm my family. YOU MURDE - ''



''Jeiel. Calm yourself. ''

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">A hidden voice snapped him from his delusion. "T-Thanks."

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">(A pleasure, friend.)