Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7974155-20141004121438/@comment-24684131-20150212000132

Grayther moved and put his hand on Marrols shoulder.

"And why, pray tell, did you just knock back an aged Atlasian vintage without a second thought?" He asked, eyeing the other party goers as he gently guided her away from the bar and out of earshot. "What happened? You two were doing a marvelous job."

"Like i'm supposed to know that." She replied sarcastically. "Seriously, I never know what is going through that guys head. It drives me nuts!...Gah, dick'ead..."

"Easy now...present company may take not take kindly to having their oh-so-delicate ears hammered by the eloquence of the middle classes lexicon..."

On the other side of the ballroom, Liath stood alone, arms crossed as he watched the dancers spin across the floor. Though anyone who took a moment to look into his eyes would quickly realize he was not at the Ball at all.