Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161125025753/@comment-27743663-20161204145236

Taking the magic peasant's hand and placing a light kiss on it, Gillian flashed an amused smirk, one that vanished as quickly as it appeared. Looking at the other arriving filth, he took another sip from his cup, peering at the scroll held up.

"Hmm, you are correct to assume I am indeed the great Gorudo Gillian," he spoke leisurely, peering over his shoulder to look at Memories, "their entrances were amusing, no? Save the Atlesian. A pathetic display, fitting for a peon. If I were to choose a favorite, I suppose it would be Miss Cerise. What do you think?"

Downing the rest of his wine while waiting for her reply, he tilted his head to the side, his headphones swaying with the motion. "Details are a needed order. I'll allow you all the honor of stepping inside my abode to share this information. One of you has already had this honor, but come now."

Turning around, he aimlessly walked towards his house, opening up the door with his spare hand as he entered the messy building. Kicking aside the left-over foils and garbage, he made his way into the kitchen, sitting down at a round table with five chairs present. Crossing his legs over, he placed his cup down on the table, conjuring another bottle of wine with a golden ripple and pouring himself some before placing the bottle down next to it.

"Pardon the mess. I haven't had much of the time to clean. I suppose though you'd all find yourselves right at home among the filth scattered about," he spoke non-chalantly, holding his cup in-between his fingers and swirling it around playfully, "just this once, I'll be willing to take requests for any food or drink either of you plebians may want. My vassals must be in top condition to perform the tasks ahead of them. On that matter, I don't feel the need to speak much, so go on and ask your questions about this place, its objective, and your task. I'll answer any and all details you lower-than-dirt-creatures need, really."