Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-27743663-20170218195254

Covering a loud yawn with his hand, Gillian looked into the cove with droopy eyes, looking at the back of Magrit with eyes mixed with question and annoyance.

"If you'd like to be buried alive, I'm sure that can be arranged the next time you step your boundaries," warned Gillian with his hands in his pockets, "allow me to make one clarification. You are not the one leading these whelps. I am. You do not tell my vassals what to do. You are nothing more but an employee, I am the employer. Do not forget this basic principle again."

Saying that as he tapped the side of the entrance with his knuckle, he pointed deeper into the cavern, cocking his head to the side in aggrivation.

"Have you studied these ruins extensively? Do you know what traps lie in wait? Do you know what Grimm will be encountered? Do you know what lies at every turn and awaits us in these ruins? Did you handpick insolenet curs with the skillset to pass these trials? Perhaps if you had some form of intelligence you'd realize your own mistake," chided Gillian in a sharp, leveled tone, "if you paid attention to any details, something which I'm coming to doubt the further I hear your voice, you wretched worm would know there is no artifact. Your job is to keep quiet and do as I say. Do not test my patience again."

Walking into the shaft, he looked over his shoulder to look at Fabio momentairly, then looked away.

"I trust that was a jest, least the wretched worm's prediction ends up as true. Now then, as Sir Drait said, I shall show us the way to ncounter the least amount of resistance. Unless of course, the wretched worm would like to speak up and continue to lead us. I'm sure a dime-a-dozen mongrel will hold the same information I have dedicated days to uncover and lead us to safety. Go on, wretched worm, lead the way if you so please. Guide these vassals as you see fit to triumph against the challenges ahead if you think yourself so capable."

Saying that with crossed arms, Gillian waiting for Magrit's response, eyeing her critically in a manor that made it seem like he was eyeing a bug.