Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171226180737

(S9)

Sir Jorge walks slightly behind Lady Ashe as they both make their way to Brad's carriage. He was in no hurry to properly meet the annoying little brat nor did he want to spend any more time with him than was necessary.

"Seeing the way you describe him it's very likely that he will use those girls to propel his point cout up next round. Pretty clever of him to do so, only probelm is if he does that he'll be wide open for an attack after..." "I'm not that worried about him though. I've only seen him once before and I highly doubt he has my real name. So I should be safe as long as he doesn't get any more information on m-"

Sir Jorge feels a heavy sinking feeling overcome him when the door opens and sees the white little shoggoth. He stops in his tracks and stares intently at her hoping, wishing that it was her. That his little baby was here safe, sound and within arms reach. He walks forward as in a daze, his eyes never coming off of the little shoggoth until he was only a foot away from her. He studdied the mamono carefully taking in every little distinct factor that only another shoggoth or someone who has lived with them could distinguish. It wasn't her. How could it? Freya(?) mentioned spending some time with her before but she mentioned that Nezon ran away...

The knight stops just at the entrance and halfway turns to Ashe while keeping Brad in his periphery.

"Ladies first."

'So the dragon is involved. Did he say Tirush Ibrahim? So it wasn't a joke... So Armata may have actually have gone insane.'

'''Shame really. He could have been useful.'''