Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191109184504

@Hound

Drapp's eyes, again, flicker. A softer look to his hidden gaze, he is tempted, lifting a hand her direction. Something of familiarity, a skipped beat whispered to him. A yearn to communicate his understanding. Something to put them in the same line.

Only, the brief disappears as his hand quietly, but suddenly recoils by itself. A false movement, liekly twisting something within the sleeve. A broken bone, perhaps? A torn muscle? Who could possibly know, but he pulls out as if nothing.

The gleam in his stare fades, his face, turned back to the array fo drinks possible "I don't suppose the old ruler was like this either?"