Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160218071019/@comment-25924729-20160308221509

Having worked under the Castellan family for years, the servants didn't need to take Joseph and Zhu-li's orders, and as soon as Amilanthior ordered his medium rare steak, hurried to work. Appetizers: cream chowder and salads were brought out, expensive wines were made ready, but Jospeh didn't offer any to the youngsters unless they asked, citing their below-legal age. Zhu-li settled for strawberry juice instead.

Joseph meanwhile, kept a practised blank expression to Amilanthior's question, betraying no surprise or anger. He sipped his wine calmly "Lad, if there's one thing i learned in my years of experience, it's that wealth and status, even appearance do not make a man who he is. It's character which i'm more interested in."

"I suppose now i should say that i trust my daughter's choice, that you're a good person, disregarding wealth and status, and give you my blessing. But we both know i'd be lying.

He made no move, betrayed no change in expression or tone, but the air in the room seemed to drop several degrees.

"To be honest, Master Nightshade, i've known about your courtship with my daughter for a long time now. I make it a point to track my daughter's every move, and even had my associates run a background check on you, for security reasons of course."

Nearby, Zhu-li choked on her soup in surprise.

Joseph continued speaking. "Amilanthior Nightshade, origins, birthdate and early childhood, unknown. Your mother passed away three years ago in a White Fang incident. Afterwards you lived with your father, did a couple of odd jobs here and there, and joined Beacon Academy. Now here's where things get interesting. Vale's Pilgrims? Skirting a little close to the shadier side of the law are we? Then again, i'd be a hypocrite if i said that was a bad thing."