Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170816035535

Praetor stands before the large walk in closet in his gambeson. He looks over the first suit in the closet and cringes.

"Why isn't there anything that fits me or my style? It's all so... cringe inducing. What do you think Layoka? Why does everything here have to be so elaborate and frilly? It's just excessive and pointless. And before I forget what did Armata want?"

Praetor notices the bruise on Layoka's cheek and rushes over to her his parental instincts taking over. He grabs Layoka's face and looks her over for any other injuries. "Did he do this to you? You are under my care and he dare put his hand on you! No- he probably had someone else strike you for him."

He let's go of her face and turns to his armor laying neatly in the corner. "No point in suiting up. Come, we have to speak with Armata."