Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190206205725

(BT) Armata pulls the chair out from the desk and seats himself. The Vampire Lord pours himself a glass of wine, swirling it in his hand for a moment before taking a sip.

“I do not trust that apparition anymore than I can touch it. But it’s scruples, demeanor and reservations are not Prad’s. I can not condemn Prad for a vengeful spirit leeching off him. I will make Prad his armor, and it will be master-class, same as the one I forged for you. He deserves something for tolerating that parasite spirit.”

“After all.” Armata looks at Jorge. “I have just as little reason to trust you when this is all over, as I do Prad and Marcus, yet here you are. Excepting my gifts, eating my food, drinking my liquor, enjoying my hospitality and making my subordinates question my judgement.... Any other Lord would have washed their hands of you, of the mutt, of Prad. You’re all watering down my credibility amongst my subjects.”

“So why do I persist in this endeavor to keep you lot around, you maybe wondering? Is for the fight? Yes, in large, it is. But there is another reason, just as important. Because I respect you lot. Very few have such from me. I respect what I’ve seen you all do. Sometimes respect, is greater than kindness.