Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24431359-20170411044637/@comment-24431359-20170515194208

"Stealing me under her nose? Wonder whatever could Opaline by that. I certainly don't remember pledging myself to either of them...and yet, something about the way she phrased those words felt...forboding. As of it will be a reminder of something biting me in the arse in the future..." Faraam thought, before looking around...and sees the looks of the surrounding populace.

Small beads of cold sweat started forming unseen on Faraam's back. Too many mosnters staring...if even one of them recognizes the Crimson Cross, the insignia of the Templar Order, he'd be in neck deep shite. While indeed a seperate Order from those of the Chief Goddess's Order, they are still related to each other in the same way the two sides of a coin are related. The Templar quickly turns his attention on the two monsters before him.

"Say, Lady Alainna, how about we continue our walk and continue our...chatter by then. It seems that we are...bothering the people. I'm pretty sure that two beautiful rhubarbs like you two would prefer to listen to tales whilst walking in a less populated, clear area with fresh air, am I not right?" Faraam offered, and at the same time, he prays inside his mind. Praying that the either the bungle or the carbuncle would react fast enough and accept his offer. He can't be recognized by the monster authorites. Not right now.

Considering how he was once involved in the ignition a bloody, violent pogrom in the former-monster city of Rivian, there must be survivors somewhere around the world who has not forgotten the event. Faraam knew that he must avoid unecessary attention at all costs. Especially in monster heavy towns like the one he is in now.