Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131104014820

"No, thank you. We'd like to meet the client as quickly as possible, as the information given was a bit...vague." He spoke cordially, but with an undertone of impatience. There was a method to this: keep respectful, but get your business done as quickly as you can.

The butler nodded in understanding, and went to go fetch the heir.

He hated formal crap. He was usually there to hear the details, not talk. Plus, the extravigance of this place was nausiating. How someone could live with so much wealth on display was completely foreign to him. Nox leaned against the wall, and gestured for Tianee to sit. The merc preferred to stay standing.

Then, their escortee walked in. He was a freakin prince charming: Brown hair, blue eyes, an aristocratic face with a five o' clock shadow making him seem almost roguish. He immediatly ignored the standing teen, instead focusing his attention on the northerner.

"Why, what sweet flower is this that graces my eyes? How one so lovely could go unattended, I know not." The pompous fool grabbed he hand, and placed a kiss on it. Nox rolled his eyes. "Where are my manners? I am Tristan Silas, heir to the Silas family fortune."

Nox grit his teeth, hands curling into a fist.

''Great. A womanizer. Just what I needed. A self absorbed moron who's hitting on my girlfriend.''