Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-26288702-20171119041750

(S9) The Vampire Lord's eyes shift from Brad back to the book in his hand. "Very well, I suppose I have some time to kill." He strides to carriage, his cloak so long that it trails behind him. He climbs up into the carriage and seats himself without permission. The remaining length of his cloak outside the carriage slithers up into cab is if of it's own will, and bundles at Armata's feet.

"Seat yourself...." Armata extends his hand from the confines of his cloak and gestures to the parallel seat.