Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20161206023856/@comment-27743663-20170130073445

Gillian couldn't help but tune out for most of what was said. It's not that he couldn't bring himself to care, he just couldn't have ever cared in the first place. He had, for the better part, ordered fine wine and had moldy cheese bundled in it without his consent. The filth here were inconsequential to him as he wasn't even paying them, the Kingdom was.

He did, however, perk up slightly at the mention of what the dog making watered dirt had said. At first smirking, he than began to chuckle, before bursting into all-out laughter as he rolled his head back, only calming down after about a straight minute of doing this.

"Hire you? Hire you? Ha! Ye filth think I have any need for knaves such as yourselves? If I had wanted vassals, I would have requested them. Simply put, you're all insurance from the Kingdom. What happens to each of you matters little to me. I see you wretched worm have no intelligence in paying attention to details. Do be more like Miss Hachiko and pay finer attention to them in the future," spoke out Gillian with a mocking look, "as for you Sir Zincz, Haven is quite the Academy. If you have yet to tell from my clothing, I myself once went. Tell me, how are there standards now? Perhaps I shall respect you a tad more if they're similar to my own days."

Saying that with an inquisitive stare and a yawn, he looked over his shoulder as he suddenly heard Wisteria speak up, a bit surprised she had chosen then to do so. Hmmm. Her demeanor seemed somehow...different. It reminded him of something, less human and more primal. It seemed one of the worms had done something to set her off. He truly was starting to regret not reading those files.

"It seems our resident monstrosity of a flower wishes to depart. Whom am I to deny her desires? Come now, we shall depart and discuss details on the way, Miss Hachiko. As for you Sir Gora, you are neither my vassal nor my acquaitance, and as such I feel no need tolerate your needless banter. If you wish to survive, treat this gallivant of ours as if your life depended on it," said Gillian with a sharp tone that lacked humor

Turning away from them both, he walked over to Wisteria, and then realized a quick problem. He didn't really have any way to carry her, or had thought of one. Well, she didn't seem to be one to particular care, or mine much one way or the either, and he couldn't be pressed up, so he simply bent over and picked her up with both his arms and carried her bridal style.

"The monster being carried as a damsel. How quaint. Now come, ye cretins, I would like to get this done before the setting sun."

Spoke out Gillian in a dull tone, though with a slight humored undertone present, an apparent mood-shift to how he felt moments ago, the situation appearing to amuse him greatly. Even if he himself hadn't directly spoken it aloud.