Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-25808351-20170315002151

"I have shown respect. Not only did I pour Baku a drink from one of my finest reserves, but have you not noticed his wife riding my personal horse. No, I've shown ample respect and goodwill. My country is in shambles, and I have dealt with some rather undesirable torments as of late. So you'll have to take my lack of spirit, with a grain of that salt you mentioned. My respect for Baku and his wives is adequate, I'm sure my wife Samia is being equally respectful if not down right generous with the ones I have not yet met." He looks to Kittycut unmoved.

"It's time however to get to the point. The sooner we reach a consensus and term, the sooner we can start helping eachother. I've been alive for fifteen hundred years my friends and learned one, universal truth.... nothing is for free. You wouldn't just walk into a dilapidated, scorched city with supplies and able bodies unless you wanted something." He breaths deep and exhales, his warm breath on the cold air as he eyes the snowball being craftily constructed by Kittycut.

"Oh just two. One is our biological child, Roxanne. The other is a child we recently adopted. A Kobold named Heide. Poor thing. Her family and village was slaughtered by that despicable Wulf. She would not smile, laugh or talk much. Fortunately she's been coming around and socializing more. Those two however have become the best of friends and spend most of their time together." Samia takes another sip.

"Marcus is, stingy with children. We've been together just a little over fifty years and only had one. I honestly can't say why though. Maybe Marcus prefers to have only one child to look after, or perhaps he feels he has enough as it is. He is sort of an uncle to Dr.Ibrahim's children. I think, he's afraid to have more. Marcus has a, dark past, with many bumps along the way. Constantly being ordered to dive his hands into filth, to keep this country safe. I think he's afraid of one day dying in the field and leaving me to bare his children alone...." She pours more wine into her glass.