Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170724000238/@comment-26288702-20170726031812

Armata says nothing. He silently grabs and empty wine glass from the center of the table and sets it in front of himself. Then rolls up the sleeve of his right arm and holds up his left hand. His index finger's nail grows into a claw and he drags it over his right wrist. He shows no sign of pain or hesitation. His life blood pours into the glass filling it half way before the wound heals shut.

Armata:"Be warned child, drinking this will not be seamless. Your body will attempt to reject it because of my corrupting energy and you will no doubt gain some of my memories. Steel yourself..."

Slowly he slides the glass to Simonelle.