Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161204121342/@comment-27550231-20170622163504

Praetor places his hands on his head and yanks his hair. He's not used to being the center of attention let alone having so many people talk to him at one.

Letting out a deep and annoyed sigh he points at Kathra and speaks with authority. "No you cannot have anymore books!" He shifts to Jeiel. "No it's not a problem." Still pointing he turns to Aine "one hundred silver." He then turns to Sebyl and his point goes limp. "Uhhh... Its a book."