Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190401165541/@comment-26517142-20190417020747

The Chagrins growled slightly. Their fingers were ready to pull their gun triggers. But all the same, Jeiel turned to the jester and grinned in a faint manner. As if knowing that the man's smooth penchant in talking often gets the most out of anyone.

Egress stood there. Her clawed hands closed. For a moment, she was still. And then... she lifts one of her hands to pull down her mask. She was.. seemingly exasperated.

"... no. It was enough a favor that you came to the Naether for my request. I trust you, jester. Go." To Jeiel, the Plague Priest maintained a poised appearance. "I trust you as well, Jeiel Yozama. You have long kept a staunch watch of Quitonne and left it all in my design. Please."

The Chagrin allow the men through. Jeiel bows - and walks ahead waiting for Joseph.