Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161125025753/@comment-27743663-20170121082257

"Tch tch,  if the woman wishes to  cover her face that is her business. I'm sure she has her reasons. No need to be impolite and bagder her about it for your own amusement. If you wish to entertain yourself, look elsewhere and let Miss Memories be, " chided Gillian from his seat, getting up to head to the counter, "on that Memories, I welcome you inside. If you're interested in the alcohol, I have much finer varieties. You need only ask and I shall provide."

Reflecting on what he just said, he couldn't help but realize that the pot was calling the kettle filth. No matter. Materalizing a cup in his hand, he slid it across the counter towards Lily, then turned around to lend his back and both his arms on it. Offering a non-chalant pose, the bottle from the table appeared in his hand with a golden light, which he proceeded to then take a gulp of before raising a brow.

"Now that I recall, Miss Cerise, remind me to give yourself and Miss Memories an advanced payment upon our departure. Now then, the thieving Filth is correct, Sir Hobo. It is an important task for all my vassals to be at their best before leaving, so I shall wait for them to fully prepare. There's no rush, it's still midday," said Gillian with a yawn as he covered his mouth, "if you wish to entertain yourself, my selection of wines and general brews are far more vast than that simple brand from earlier. Help yourself, you need only ask."

Now eyeing the piece of equipment in Cord's hands, his dulls eyes began to light up, a glint of interest sparking in them before vanishing.

"An interesting toy you have, for certain. I say that, yet it lacks finesse. There is no art, value, or beauty in it. No expression. It is simply a jumble of a tool with scraps slapped onto its side because they can be," scoffed Gillian in disapproval, shaking his head at the weapon, "I suppose it's effective, yet not efficient or tasteful."

Having said that, he extended his arm, a drill of sorts suddenly appearing. Tossing it his way nonchalantly, Gillian stared critically at the boy, seeming to pick apart his very being with calculating eyes.

"Here, boy, catch. Tell me what you think of that weapon, I command it. Your King will not be satisified with anything else but the truth."