Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181213004950

(Everyone) Armata raises an eyebrow, certain that there was more Jorge could say, but the Lord would not pry as he could tell it was a private exchange. He does a small stride back to his throne and thinks on what Jorge said before stopping.

“A farm or ranch? You? Jorge ‘The Praetor’, a farmer. Can’t say I picture you wearing a straw hat while working a field with a pitchfork. What about that life appeals to you?” Jorge can see a sudden singular interest in this new concept from Armata halt.