Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-30379057-20171205091833

"You work for them?" Bigby asked, glancing at his son, who rubbed the back of his head.

"Well... I like to think of it as a part-time job," Darian replied, chuckling nervously.

Bigby leaned back in his seat. "I don't care if you're working with them, I was just wondering," he stroked his facial hair. "Anyways, like the lady said, we can deal with this later." He looked back at Margrit. "But why send the other girl out the room for this little paper?"

"Her name's Amber," Darian said.