Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-24296957-20170110001213

Drait caught the bag, glaring at the man. "In all your 'vast' wisdom, you'd be wise to curb your tongue and your enthusiasm, Gorudo. Money is the only thing keeping me here and you alive. Remember that," he growled.

Knowing full-well that if he didn't fall in line now, this escapade would go nowhere. Drait waited his turn, purposly ignoring any other remark that came his way. No need to bring out a blade before it was...neccesary.

''Tch. Maybe you should've used your money to buy you a maid, or better yet for you, an indentured servant, 'braniac'. People with god-complexes need to be brought back down to Remnant.''