Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170529204303

"I'm not," Diaboli replied flatly, not surprised at all by her rejection. "And regardless of whether or not you are merely curious, it would not be sensible of me to blab about it to somebody working for an organisation built upon stealing and selling information."

Perhaps that may have sounded a little colder than he had intended, but he hadn't gotten as far as he had by putting affection ahead of business.

"Lets just say some people are sick of criminals plaguing the kingdom, and those people have a lot of money they're willing to spend on hiring someone to get rid of them."

As they walked, Diaboli gazed at the various buildings he passed, remembering how the scenary had changed over the last few years. This wealthier, business-centred part of the city was nice enough, but he knew that soon he would be stepping back into the brutal, back-stabbing underworld that he had grown up in. In a way, he was actually relieved that he'd be returning to his old life, if only for a few hours. This posher, privileged lifestyle he was living was getting a little dull for his tastes. That, and he could feel himself getting weaker with every passing day.

Crushing a couple of skulls between his fingers would fix that.

The lines of civilians going about their daily lives thinned out as they neared the inner commercial district, although the roads remained choked with vehicles all trying to move despite no movement was possible. Irritated, Diaboli began to speak again, before the noise of their horns pushed him to the point of breaking somebody's windshield.

"And how are things going in Vale? The Dragons still in one piece?"

(Probably for the best. I noticed you created a new character - is that the villain you were talking about?)