Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180318032250

The young man had perceived the countess words as favorably, considering between the border emotion-devoid tone of her timber and the more agressive tone of the white one, the lack is therefore taking nothing. His eyes, a gleaming gray with tints of purple daring for a favorable rule to their cause...

immediately shut down at the reiterance of Armata's status, now presented with what could possibly the outside equivalence of judges. His face turns upside down, a mind flooded with the theoritical applications of such a status. Hi hands come to his face, a bit unnerved by that reminder.