Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-25279497-20151202161235

"Well it's not like he didn't know we're here already," Noire said, his tone had a hint of sarcasm.

Noire kicked the door open. The king sat on a couch with look that could, and should, send chills down any person's spine. For a uick second, Noire felt this chill but it didn't deter him. No, this chill was exciment, pure glue. Right in front of them was man responablible for the hell in the town. And now, he just sat there. No guard, no weapons, he was just a man backed into a corner.

"Your cornered," Noire ordered," tell your men to stand and maybe they'll come out of this pennyless instaea of dead. And you? Well let just say I believe in public justice."