Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170624041728

Armata:"I'm not your servant, no matter how much you wish it. Pour your own drink..." He gestures toward the bottle of wine and several clean goblets that sit on a small floor table.

Outside, trees roll past as Armata stares vacantly out the window, his mind obviously lost in thought of other matters. His guards clad in black ride alongside the carriage, peering in once in a while to check on their master. Armata remains silent through most of the journey.