Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-26288702-20170704035027

Armata holds his glass in hand and twirls it arrogantly. He stares at Praetor with an expression difficult to read.

Armata:"Sympathy... You need not stand on ceremony or call to impress, Praetor. Eat, if you are hungry... Sympathy is what drove me. You lost your family, honor and self worth. I know that pain."