Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180314001247

Armata leans to his right and stares at the once elegant furniture. In an almost comical way he sneers and leans back to a perfect stance.

“Well done my titanic friend, that chair was one of my best works. Now I worry for your gift... but we can discuss that later. For now we give Prad a bit more time befor-“

A guard enters throne and chimes in. “Lord Armata, we have a visitor outside the castle.”

“That must be our last team member. Escort them in.” Armata says turning to his guard. The guard rushes out of the room and relays the word to the outer perimeter. Outside the giant gatehouse creaks open, and several armed soldiers step out.

“State your name and business here.” The first of the soldiers demands.