Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150426193132

Sander grabbed Meledran by the shoulder, and dragged him towards the table. He looked rather annoyed at him, considering these were dangerous organisations who didn't like drunks at their meetings. Regardless, it was better he had taken him along rather than have come without him.

"Ah, Sander.. how we've missed you." The black haired Breton exclaimed, gesturing for him to take a seat in the empty chair that was seated next to her.

"Well, I don't like dissapointing you.." Sander beckoned, grinning. "Was it really needed to relieve me of my weapons, however? That isn't normal protocol whenever I meet you all, now is it?" He asked, glancing at all of them for a brief moment.

They all nervously laughed, but noone actually answered the question, much to Sander's suspicioun. He eyed all of them, before taking a seat. When he looked down at the table, there was already a cup and five dice next to them. He looked at Meledran to the left of him, wondering if his suspicoun was shared.

"Well, let's start, I suppose." Sander said, throwing the dice in the cup. "Let's see who is the best liar - or the most honest one at that.."

((Damn. Well, see ya then!))