Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20171013003708/@comment-26120744-20171016015654

Reaver chuckled. "You're definition of perfect is flawed, and worse, simply incorrect." He taunted. "If this partnership of ours will not benefit me in the slightest, then my ceaseless guarding of your safety is finished. If it weren't for me, you'd be dead a thousand times over by now. So now that you've lost your bodyguard and your consort..... well, good luck to you."

And with that, the Reaver was engulfed by smoke and the stench of Brimstone. And then he was gone.