Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181227033430

(Everyone) Hours pass and sun begins to fade. Vampires begin to appear in groups with their husbands, the luxurious halls filling up with nobles and the rich. Armata is nowhere to found to the dismay of some.

Prad sits in his room, enjoying a wonderfully cooked slices of ham glazed in honey, a side of assorted vegetables and a strong ale.

While Jorge steps reluctantly into the VIP wing. The giant wears his cleanest tunic and pants, far from the expected requirements of the high-class crowd. But he cared not, the opinions of the delusional high born mean nothing to him, for he was here at Imperia’s request.

(Jester) Prad soon receives a knock at his door, and a bright voice chirps to his ear. “Prad! It’s me, Roda! May I enter?”

(BT) Across the room of staring of aristocrats and nobles, Jorge sees Imperia anchored at the bar, looking bored and anxious. Waiting for her Knight invited.