Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20150904075152/@comment-26130256-20150926203754

Since they had returned home, Azulius had kept his poker face firmly attatched. He sat on his bed, shuffling the cards he had bought. When he abandoned the Cardamom family business, he did so with the intention that he wouldn't keep seeing people he cared about being attacked by armed gangs. He had more than half a mind to go track down this "White Truth" himself, but if they had the hardware to field that many snipers, then Azzie would need some serious backup to get things done.

"Yeah, a mean lady and four dozen of her closest friends," the magician commented to Ansel. "Trust us when we say there wasn't a choice.  I for one am just grateful that all we lost was some rabbit food, my ham sandwich, and some ammunition.  That could have gone a hell of a lot worse."