Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20170116051854/@comment-27743663-20170202034824

"Better? You'll have to inform me who this source is then so I may test their wares and truly sure if it's worth wasting my wealth on.  As for your fictional scenario, we are surrounded by ocean, it isn't quite so far off as you'd think," spoke Gillian as he walked towards his house, eyeing Coyote as he passed, "the others are heading indoors, you are likely better off doing the same, least you wish to stay out here alone. No matter, it will be useful to have an eye out for Grimm wandering too close to the sun."

Saying that simply while offering a shrug, he continued to walk towards his house leisurely, launching another barrage of weapons towards the ocean as made his way. Looking into his house, he was quite impressed to see, well, the floor. Is that what it looked like? It's been ages. Oak? No, an older wood, sturdier. Enough admiring it though, he turned his head to look at the massive, highly accurate mound of trashbags

"I must admit, I had my doubts about that maid. Perhaps she'd be interested in working for me as a maid fulltime once she has graduated," mused Gillian around, inspecting his house as if this was the first time he was seeing it, "oh my, were the walls truly that color? How horrid, it seems with this cleanliness I shall have to do a bit of remodeling."

Continuing to walk around his house, he took note of Sir Dougal and Miss Tiaryn each in different sections, but nothing of Miss Ringo. Walking around once more, he found a rather peculiar sight as he took a closer look at the door to his armory. Opening the door, he confirmed his suspicion as it opened up easily, clearly being unlocked, and finding Sachi inside.

"It seems you're quite capable, Miss Ringo. While normally I would be skewering you for being within this room, for your excellent skill in tidying my abode and my good mood, I shall allow an explanation of your presence within my armory," stated Gillian as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he eyed the mind.

Nothing on her features showed any malice, greed, or ill-intent, so he was legitimately curious what she was even doing in the room if that was the case. That thought aside, it was clear he needed to add much better locks on the list of things he'd improve in his house once this Gallivant was complete.