Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160614075222

"Yes," Azulius replied, then turned towards Honara. He really hoped he was staring towards her face and not her chest; that would probably look bad even if it was too dark to see anything.

"I'll explain further.  Believe it or not, I'm actually twenty.  I graduated combat school about three years ago, and spent that summer in Atlas for my... internship.  After that was done, I moved back home and worked for the family for about two years until I decided to become a Huntsman.  My official title was revisore, or auditor.  Basically, if you think of the Mob like a business, then I was the guy from Corporate who came around every couple of months to make sure everything was being done correctly and maybe help fix any problems that needed a professional's touch.  Given my particular skill set, those problems usually involved being sneaky and/or stealing things.  Like the masquerade ball I got back from just before we went to go find Laelia yesterday."

"But to be honest, it was never all it was cracked up to be.  Yeah, I got to live like a billionaire playboy:  see the world, play in all the good casinos, sneak into all the good parties.  But to be honest, it got really lonely after a while.  I had access to all the good stuff, but with nobody to really share it with, it just became routine.  I've got nothing against travelling, but I don't think I'll travel much more in the future without someone to come with.  My team, another employee of the family, or maybe just anybody willing to split the hotel fare."

Azulius scratched at his scar for a few long moments before placing his other hand on his lap, palm upwards. He couldn't tell quite yet if Honara was the hand-holding type, but silently offering in the dark couldn't hurt.