Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20200125011422/@comment-27550231-20200203223204

Hound: Alone in the dark stood the lord of Harkon his emotions bubbling to the breaking point. He moved to the fireplace and grabbed a wrought iron poker and swung it it wildly striking the target of his aggression repeatedly. Again and again metal struck metal, the sparks of this violence momentarily lightning the room for an instant. Then with a mighty roar he brought down the poker and recoiled as the vibrations of the impact ravaged his hands forcing him to let go.

Issac: Veronjika smirked into her forearms as she was finally able to gain Emillia's attention.

Veronjika: "Well I don't know her name off the top of my head but from what I remember her operation usually runs the same. She sneaks past the guards using some sort of disguising magic and then sells both regular and corrupted items as well. Nothing too obvious just stuff like demon sikver mirrors, Obake lamps and umbrellas, demon fruits and the like. She says that she never knew how they got there or that she didn't sell them but it's all the same. She's just trying to make a profit by offloading cheap mamono goods in an area where they're extremely rare."