Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151112035659

Alecos raised an eyebrow. "Who says that I want to be as rich as a noble man? Who says that having wealth in my pocket matters to me at all?"

They do not know what I want.

"I need gold, that much is true. But don't try to put me in the ranks of the nobles. Never wanted it, never needed it."

He then looked at Blade with some amusement. Did this smart-mouthed twat just steal my philosophical likeness?

"What the hell are you babbling about?" he shrugged before looking back at Alecos. "And what's your deal? Why would you drag one of the most wanted men in this shit-pile of a ruinous state into an ash-covered bazaar in the middle of the night and ask him what he thinks about his society?"