Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160717202236

Brolin could hear the sound of expensive leather boots periodically taking slow steps up the stairs of the opposing ship to reach the elf's level. "Now, now, what's all this?" A Breton  wearing an overly flamboyant black duster lined with a suede, purple trim and a silk scarf around his neck. His tricirn bore a large purple feather and was accented gold. This must've been Maurice Chateau.

The handsome Breton gave a smug, supercilious grin as he looked down upon Brolin, his head raised so high that you could barely see his nose above the fog. "Ah, a knife-ear." He commented distastefully with a sigh. "The fuck are you here for?"