Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-25808351-20161209212554

"What do I have that he doesn't?" I ask with a growl.

"You have me!" Samia shouts. The Pharaoh sits atop Hound's steed Mitternact. "Marcus, listen to Ibrahim, he is right. Armata is done, his power is diminished. That's why I'm here, his power no longer holds sway. Please, do not be the monster he thinks you are...."