Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160301230548/@comment-5543592-20160305221001

"I'm practicing my talking.  I need to get my words better.  Besides, my brown-nosers can listen to my beautiful voice."

The patchy haired mercenary with the bulging arms and scarred face looked up at Juliette from his whiskey.

"Whu did you call me?"

"An eavesdropper and someone with poor hygiene."

"I couldn't see Hawke particpating in that anyway.  She never dresses up for me so I don't know why it'd be that way for you."