Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190703205633

“What made you choose to be Aleric’s Warden. You’ve never been one to take orders.” Marcus looks to Cerberus, confusion in his eyes.

“It’s the best way. I’m not here to take orders as much as I am to watch over this place, your world. Pramool is buried beneath this new person somewhere. So long as Aleric is in control of himself, Pramool will never resurface. I chose this position to make sure that doesn’t happen.” Cerberus folds his arms, looking in the direction Cyndwella floated off to.

“Sense when did you care?” Marcus scoffs.

“I don’t. But I’m starting to think my granddaughters should not fear our bloodline. I make no move against you any more.” Cerberus turns to step inside the throneroom.

“Hold it. If you have found some kind of humanity, maybe you should try to meet your granddaughters at some point?”

“What of the Wisp?” Cerberus looks over his shoulder.

“To try anything against Cyndwella, will land you in 30 worse circumstances than death.” Marcus smirks.

“I’ll consider it....” With an unusual smile Cerberus opens the throneroom door and steps inside, leaving Marcus alone.