Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-26288702-20170719223831

Regardless of the pleasantries and decorum, Armata sneers at Aro. It is obvious he is unhappy over the unannounced teleport and unwanted involvement into Hound's situation.

Armata:"Punishment is unnecessary at this point. With Sahar retreated, there is nothing more to be done. I suggest we let the mutt gather up his wife."

The Vampire exits the room and calls out to Imperia, who happily takes another drink before standing at attention in front of her master.

Imperia:"Yeeeeeeeees, my lord."

Armata"Imperia, the party is nearing it's end. I suggest we take our leave-"

He stops and notices Imperia's flushed face, goofy smile and consistent swaying.

Armata:"Imperia, are you drunk?"

Imperia:"Noooooo of course not my lord. I'll prove it, watch this." She puts her index finger to her nose and walks a straight line, barely. "See? Perfectly sober my lord. *Hic*"