Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150430174358

Lazarus Grimm wrote: Alador1666 wrote: The boy led the two gentlemen to a large living room. He gestured for them to take a seat at the couch, which was seated nearvy the fireplace.

"I will call mister Leclaire immediately, but would you like anything to eat or drink?" "I am fine", said Wraith, but the only reason for that was because the rebel had to remove the helmet in order to eat. "But perhaps Victorius would like something?"

"Wine?" said the Imperial. "Right away, sir." the boy nodded ,before dissapearing into one of the doors of the mansion. His footsteps echoed across the hallway again, before they stopped and the opening of a door could be heard. A few words were exchanged for a minute or less, until the mansion was silent again.

After a while, heavier and more threatening footsteps could be heard, until the door to the living room opened, revealing Axel Leclaire himself.

The man was wearing a black trenchoat, as well as a few dirty boots and simple pants. Under his trenchoat, he was wearing a shirt and a small necklace of silver, picturing a crescent moon. His eyes were crystal blue, as if someone had painted his irises with some kind of paint.

His eyes briefly skimmed over Victorius, but he looked rather more interested in the man with the wolf mask. He smirked playfully, as if he was faced with a challenge.

He slowly but surely walked over to them, and stopped right infront of them. He clearly had the posture of a nobleman, as proven by his gestures and way of moving.

He placed two glasses of wine on the table in front of them, before taking a seat in another seperate couch. He placed both of his legs on the table, before speaking.

"Well, if it is not Wraith. Assassin, Captain, savior of Brightwall, and destroyer of the Beaufort mansion." He said, grabbing a small pipe that was stuffed in the pocket of his coat, and a box of matches from the other pocket. He lit the pipe, and continued.

"Seeing as you have not pointed the barrel of that gun between my eyes yet, I suppose you have friendlier intentions for me, instead of performing those same deeds against those.. with a similar social standing. Ah, how rude. I have not introduced myself yet."

The boy entered the room, and ran over to Leclaire, taking the matches from him when he made a small hand gesture and quickly retreating from the conversation.

"I am, as you most likely already know, Axel Leclaire, and I name you welcome in my humble mansion. I know you, sir Wraith, but I did not expect you to bring someone else with you."

He leant forward abit, eying Victorius. He raised a brow, expecting the man to introduce himself.