Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170701140145/@comment-7262318-20170710204754

"Mister Lafont, I am a genius when it comes to realms of psychology and emotion" He said. Robin couldn't be sure how he knew his last name. "I can pick apart a brain faster than a buzzard can pick apart a dead squirrel. And less gruesomly, too!"

"She may be able to lock away my powers with some fancy schmancy hoodoo voodoo from this Matriach lady, but I still possess my guile and my sharpened tongue. Needless to say, we will get to the bottom of whatever itty bitty voice of reason she has left in her head... exploit it... and perhaps, reforge this broken bond."

He rubbed his chin. "Although, per the logic of Storybook, I should demand payment for these services. Perhaps the first born? A pound of flesh? Oooh, maybe a nice recipe for boiled crab?"

"I'd let you stand trial first," Vashar said. "I never kill before I get an explanation. If a beggar steals from the meat stall and the butcher demands his death, would I kill the man for trying to stay alive and fulfill his hunger? Of course not..."