Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180316034046

“Such a shame, Armata. Why surround yourself with such pitiful allies? They care nothing for you. Each is here for their own reasons, or to fulfill a debt. Even in your new home, surrounded by your own, you are utterly alone. You were born alone, you lived alone, thus you will die alone. Such a waste.” Renwick forgets the group and focuses on Armata.

The Vampire Lord says nothing. He looks up at the thrones on high, and wonders why he is here. Renwick turns away from the group, his arms folded behind his back.

“I suggest you hold that scaled one’s tongue. Lest she dig your grave deeper. If you survive, Lord De’Sange. I will contact you.” Renwick disappears into the shadows, leaving the group alone as they wait for the council.