Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170625224805

Praetor leans back in the seat and stares off into the padded ceiling.

"And when has that stopped you before? You've killed many good men by the swathes as if they were less than ants. So why even bother with diplomacy at this time! They'll just attack you sooner or later! I know! I've done it time and time again! If he truly was a threat to this whole damn world and your status quo you would have killed him already. Unless you can't. So where do I fit into this plan of yours? Where does this pawn come into effect?"