Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-26288702-20171118040022

(S9) Armata stops at the mention of his name. To all watching him, he is a man cloaked in red, his visage is that of a handsome, well groomed and catered man, yet his expression is unreadable and aura for those with eyes to see, can sense a dark and malevolent soul. His golden eyes scan the young man and his entourage, he then sneers with disdain and apprehension.

"Why must I be plagued by infants?" He mumbles under his breath. With a sigh and a groan he strides forward toward Brad, his eyes immediately drawn to the book in Brad's hands. {His grip on that book is tight, very secure. I wonder, I wonder... Why?}

His suspicion rises, but he plays unfazed. "Yes, you obviously know my name and how to properly address me. However, you have not introduced yourself, by terms of engagement and the rules of this contest, by sheer principle alone I'd be justified in attacking you now."