Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170814205924

Praetor finishes his second plate and looks up at his host and thinks for a moment. He contemplates the repercussions of looking Deidre and of staying with Armata. He is indebted to him now- [How could you let this happen! Why would you put us in such a situation! We're dining with the devil and soon were going to be waist deep in hell if we stay here!]

Praetor brushes off his conscious and leans in resting his nose on on the steeple of his fingers. "I have no other questions at this moment, unless you want to get into some embarrassing childhood stories."