Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181215010842

(BT) Jorge struts as proud as a Peacock, moving past numerous groups of nobles, dignitaries, Countesses and highrollers. Some blush knowing the beast of a man beneath the steel, while others scoff and huff. The exotic nobleman from the Desert Region stay amongst the crowd. He is bitter at Armata’s favor to Jorge, and he has had much to drink.

“I guess our Lord has grown fond of mangy strays.” He says just loud enough to catch Jorge’s ear.

“Shhhh, that’s enough Barathen. You heard our master’s orders.” A loyal Countess mutters quietly.