Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190629150105

Praetor placed his helmet down and changed his focus to Imperia or rather the glowing silver lights in the dark.

"So I was not imagining things. Then Lord Armata truly has fallen. It is a shame truly... Then I suppose my debt to him has been made moot. So this pretender to the throne? On what basis does he lay his claim? Surely you have more solid a claim than he as you were given the authority to rule on His absence.

The Warden stood tall and silently as he awaited Imperia's response. His attention divided between her and his next move. With Armata gone and his debt paid he had little reason to stay other than those who he has grown mutually close to.

But now with a usurper in play he would have to act carefully or catch himself in another conflict.