Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20140520041834/@comment-11588669-20140522214749

Nox adopted look of shame, but quickly it morphed into a scowl. He turned to Benvolio, and spoke in a broad, commanding tone.

"Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?" He took a breath, and adopted a posture of impatience- perfect of a lord expecting an answer from his lessers.

(Next is Benvolio/Wolfe Black. Have fun."