Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-25808351-20170118182523

"As you wish, Cynd. Before I go, you know I wasn't making fun of Emelia, that was just how I knew her. Tch, that is insane though. Armata, feeling regret? Didn't think the bastard had it in him. Anyways, I've taken into consideration more accommodations for your time here, so I'm having the local butcher send us chicken blood. There's also an envelope on the table from a Devil named Hex, cute little thing. Lastly, I hope you'll come out of your room sometime soon, so you can meet the new kid." Marcus delays no longer and leaves Cyndwella to herself.

He heads down the stairs and at the bottom Eva is dusting away happily. She looks up at Marcus who moves past her at a brisk pace. "Lord Jaghund, is everything alright?" She asks.

"I'm fine, but you should check on Cyndwella in a couple hours, she's in her room." He rounds the corner into his study and closes the door behind him. He marches up to the liquor cabinet and yanks out the whiskey bottle he drank from earlier and takes a long aggressive pull from it. Planting the bottle on his desk, he flops into his chair, crosses his legs and stares vacantly at the world map.

"Good job asshole, way to upset her." He grabs the bottle and drinks again.