Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161125025753/@comment-27743663-20161125042215

"Oh?" spoke up Gillian, less surprise in his voice and more a dull droll as he turned his head, "Ms. Memories, I presume? To think you'd come out from my very own house, right behind me."

Turning his body over as he still lacked the energy to stand up, he tilted his head up to look at the woman, looking rather odd and childish from his laying down position. Eyeing her chosen equipment, he gave a longer look at her blade, seeming to pick apart its entire functions with his eyes, before giving a satisified "hmph." Pushing himself up off the ground to stand up now, he dusted the sand off his shoulders before placing his hands in his pockets.

"You certainly look the part of a skilled swordswoman. For a peon that is. I'm certain someone of your caliber can keep me out of harms way and provide the neccessary entertainment for one such as I as we traverse through the trecherous ruins," spoke up Gillian, though while his words were haughty, his tone came out as rather laid-back, "It seems some of the other filth are arriving now as well. I have to wonder if their arrivals will be half as amusing as yours."

While saying that, he materialized a glass cup in one hand as he out-stretched it, materialzing an open bottle of wine in the other and pouring himself the last bit of it in the cup before materializing the bottle away. Distantly, somewhere in his house, the sound of glass shattering could be heard, something he didn't seem to particularly mind as he took a casual gulp from his cup.