Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161125025753/@comment-27743663-20161215220622

Raising a fine brow, Gillian had a slight show of disappointment, placing his elbow on the table with no major change in his bored expresson.

"None of you will bask in the gifts I offer? Suit yourselves. It makes no difference to me. Simply don't complain to me further on down our path," saying that, a large carton of water appeared in front of him on the table with a golden ripple, one he thoughtlessly pushed towards the thieving peon as he covered a yawn with his spare hand.

"Cleaning is unbeffiting of someone of my stature. A job such as that is fitting for the dirt beneath my feet passing off as people. As for a maid, impossible," he stated, offering no further explanation from that as he sipped more of his wine, "impatience has served no man wall, homeless wanderer. For location, you mongrels saw it upon your arrival. We shall be heading inside the structure into its deepest depths, then retrieve the item I seek and make our way back to my abode. The word 'escort' would be more appropiate, though I suppose 'babysit' would help lesser minded beings such as yourselves to understand."

Frowning a bit to himself, Gillian covered his mouth once more as he let out a loud yawn, his eyes drooping as he leaned back and slouched in his chair. Reaching to take another sip, his frown deepended as he saw his cup was empty, pouring himself more wine before elegantly sipping from it.

"Talking is work," he complained in a mumble only audible enough for those close to hear, "though, your arrival here did amuse me greatly, as does your speech, so I suppose I'll indulge you." Saying that, he reached over a delicate finger, tapping the paper placed on it as he pointed out the requested roles on it.

"'Babysitting,' as Miss Cerise aptly put it, isn't necessairly the case. Entering the aforementioned ruins and heading deeper in the dungeons requires passing nuisances that can only be handled through a specific skillset. If I merely wanted protection, I would have hired any riff-raff that had come, but no. I hand-picked filth that is best suited in their role as filth and that can complete the tasks needed of them with relative ease. You four grubby urchins are what came of it."

Taking yet another sip from his wine after his explanation, Gillian let out a sigh. Talking really was work, especially for so long.

"Hmm. Memories is sure to hear it one way or another. A Divine being repeating themselves is nothing sort of blasphemous. Really though, what a bore, staying outside," he mumbled underneath his breath as he crossed his finished the rest of his cup and crossed his arms, waiting to see if anymore questions or clarifications were needed.