Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-24296957-20170122140112

Drait's smirk remained. "What quaint power you have, indeed. Now I know why you're so good at digging yourself into a hole. Thank you for showing me - and alas, I have given you only a drop in the bucket. But know you are not my king. And Margrit, do not tell me where I am to walk. Gillian is the boss, not you." His words must not have stuck witrh the woman, because she was walkingf away from the group and into the cave.

''Hm.....an interesting smile you have on your face, Ms. Technophile. And an equally as interesting bodily gesture. What do you have tucked away, then?''

The man walked out to the mouth of the torn path, gazing out at the destruction before him. It made Drait feel alive: he had gotten to see what Gorudo had - or at the very least, one of his tricks. But that also meant he'd bring the entire cave system down if he had to, and dying was not on his list of 'things-to-do' today. For his own life, Drait would not let anyone intervene now. He wanted the money, even if that meant working together. But the man knew Gillian was right - we were not bickering children, they were adults, grown men. Drait did a 180 mood-shift, changing to a softer tone and demeanor.

"Apologizes for the display, Mr. Gillian. Shall you show us the way, then?"