Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20181210063205

Jorge stood stoically by the entrance, his feet shoulder width apart and his arms resting in the small of his back. The words of the nameless nobleman did not faze him as he did no and would not care about any vitriol directed towards him, especially when it came from those he never held in high regard. Yet despite this he did his best to pronounce an air of authority and finesse to the nobles as he tilted his head slightly back in a traditional regal way.

As the nobility passed Jorge kept his eyes forward not once returning a single glance or glare and only relaxing slightly when Imperia Passed him.

Once the doors closed Jorge allowed himself to realx, walking forward to Armata as the vampire himself began to relax.

"Do believe me when I say that I have before. They are ruthless and selfish creatures collectively but cooperative when alone. It is a shame that so few good ones remain these days." Jorge stops just short of the throne and crosses his arms across his chest. "Why have you called me? Is there something that you would have your Warden do?"