Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20170509041231/@comment-25363089-20170619041102

Margrit looked at the woman her hand was already on Singing Death. She eyed the woman from top to bottom she seemed to be unarmed but that didn't stop the kids from jumping to conclusions. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her son's gaunlet hand eject dust from it. He was ready to blast her. Which was quickly making matters worst for their cause thinking fast;

She pulled her hand away from singing death and placed it on her son's hand. "Childern please settle down.". Margrit told the kids in a calm and reasuring tone. "It is unwise to be jumping to conclusions specailly when our guest is also risking alot being here. Please allow me introduce myself. I am Margrit Kojote. Co Ceo Of The Fire Beast Trading Company. This my son Nickelae Kojote an these are his friends. I humblely apologize for their rude welcoming.". Margrit told the woman while montioning towards the kids as she sat down still with a firm grip on her son. As she leaded him to sit down as well. "May i offer you anything to drink? Tea? Water? Wine?". Margrit asked the woman trying to calm things down and hopefully make for a smooth intel gathering.

Upon seeing the shift in his mom's action and the grip on his hand. Nickelae figured his mom was wanting him to say sorry to the woman. "...Uh.ye.ye yeah sorry. Please forgive my friends for you see its been a long day dealing with creeps. You know hunters and grimm..hehehe.". Nickelae said as he laughed feeling his mom's hand tighten for bit before releasing with a sutble nod she had aprove.