Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-27922119-20161127193635

“By your report, Burb, propinquity favours us, yes?” inquired Ness-Nuit-Fethat. Giving him no chance to respond, he resumed his verbal musings. “However, all due caution must be considered, this could prove a meretri-“

Burb felt as if he was going to doze off. By the gods, he speaks like a noble trying to woo Julianos to his bed.

Burb eventually cut in, “What’s the fucking plan, Fethat? I don’t give a shit about your meretrinky winky propinky, speak as if you’re speaking to peasant.”

Ness-Nuit turned on him, “By that tone, I could come to the conclusion that you have not considered the great consequences of your conduct, get on your knees, it is a prerequisite to propitiation, after all,” he smiled wickedly. “Then perhaps, you may wish for brevity.” Burb’s expression remained as concrete, and didn’t shift even slightly at Fethat’s laughter.

“I’m sorry, brother. I’m aware my antics won’t encourage you to become a partisan to my cause in the near future.” He walked towards Burb and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s sit down, and discuss our plans properly. I’ll get some wine. Now, where are the crusaders now?"

