Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161222111232

"Vaguely," Diaboli replied, smoothing out a crease in his shirt sleeve. He wasn't sure whether her sudden advances were an attempt at seduction, or just a way of messing with him, but either way it left him uncertain of her true personality. It was still possible that this was still some sort of carefully planned trap to try to kill him, after all, although he doubted it.

"So you're saying that the Dragons are just a buffer between the big-whigs and justice?" he asked, slightly disappointed by the thought of the Nine Dragons of Vale, which at the time of learning of their existence he envisioned as being a shadowy coalition of criminal masterminds plotting their forward-advancement, instead being a group of profit-orientated rich crooks on the payroll of Vale's top dogs.

"I guess you should count yourselves lucky then, that I was born in Mistral and not Vale. Otherwise I would have robbed half of your clients blind by now," he eventually continued, only half-joking. "Although from what you said before, it sounds like the Dragons have fallen on some tough times."

(Are you on holiday now or something?)