Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27049835-20170921200214/@comment-26120744-20170921235610

The Reaver made his way through the castle, eventually entering the Throne room.

He knelt and held up the sack of gold.

"A gift, my queen." He says.

There's something different about his slaves that distinguishes them from the ones at the castle. They seem better fed.

Another one of his paradoxical qualities.