Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170624040332

Praetor takes a seat across from Armata, tracking dirt and dried sewage into his lush carriage. The scent soon becomes overwhelming as the doors close and the vehicle bounces on the road causing some of the encrusted filth to fall free.

"I would apologise but when you first shut me up I was going to offer to ride on the outside. But this suits me better. What? No drink offered?"