Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151117225651/@comment-6006054-20151202002710

Malcrus knew Dalon very well. It would take a mindreader to discern what Dalon felt beneath what every expression his face, but Malcrus had learned to tell despite a distinct lack of psychic power. The amount of rage was inhuman, Malcrus was certain that if Dalon was even slightly less disciplined, the Hlaalu lord would not be leaving this room as anything but bloody scraps. Malcrus personally despised this "deal". It was certain that the brothers would suffer for this, when all Malcrus wanted was to faithfully serve his House. At least he would be able to return to the plantation when they were unofficially banished again. His duties there were simple, and he was profficient at them. Here, he felt lost and confused.