Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-27743663-20170109230450

Upon the arrival of everyone, Gillian stood up from his chair, deciding to lean back into the kitchen counter instead. Tapping his finger along it, he observed his vassals carefully with dull eyes, frowning a bit as he looked over.

Was there more trash than he remembered present on the ground? No wait, that was just them. Feeling a bump on his foot, he looked down to see his broken roomba, uselessly thudding against his leg. Kicking it aside, he watched it perpetually go in circles for a few seconds, seeing sparks fly out and an odd whirring noise that sounded like garbled static.

Good help was so hard to find these days.

"Now that all are present, allow me to introduce myself. I am the magnificient Gorudo Gillian, incarnation of the great Kikimi Chitan. As your employer, I have brought you all here today for a simple reason, to assist me in traversing the deadly mines and acquire the item I seek. Each of you will fulfill certain roles noted of your skillset as mentioned in the flyer, all necessary to pass through the obstacles and dangers that lie in wait within."

Stopping to momentairly let it sink in, he was internally glad to have caught a break. Speaking in that grandoise tone was work. Now, he tried to remember other details he would need to explain to talk less. Unlike previously. While the roles didn't seem necessary, as they were detailed on the flyer, location seemed evident, as was the danger and pay. Reasoning he wouldn't bother to mention.

"The mines are quite a dangerous place, abandoned years long past upon the extreme temperatures bearing too much for those who stayed inside for extended periods, and the sudden appearance of Grimm within only helped accelerate this process. The final nail in the fools' coffin was the erruption of the volcano, something which is still quite active. If none of you are careful, you will surely die. It makes no difference to me, it simply means I hired an incompetent and as such I have one less waste to throw my currency away on."

Internally sighing at having finally gotten to take a break from speaking, he turned his head to address Drait, raising a fine brow at his tone.

"Oh? I'd figure even a simpleton would be able to follow the path of the one ahead of them, but it seems I was mistaken. If it displeases you so, Sir Drait, you can simply walk back like the dog you are with your tail in-between your legs, nothing to claim for your troubles. I'd have no troubles with it," he spoke nonchalantly with a dismissive wave, dismissing his presence entirely as he eyed the hulking mass of a woman on his floor quzzically, "yes, it is quite the nice floor. Only the finest. Pity one cannot see it through the rubbish present. No matter. Enjoy yourself there as much as you like."

Turning his head back, he out-stretched his hand, a small palm-sized bag appearing with a noticable janglng that could only be described as change. He then tossed it towards the hooded filth withtout so much as glancing at him.

"Consider it advanced payment for having the most amusing arrival," spoke Gillian with no thought, covering his mouth as he yawned, "now then, let us get our introductions in order. You shall go from the worms that arrived here first to last. If you have any questions during, mention them now, for I won't address them later.