Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131121000800/@comment-768817-20131121041856

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." He used the hand that he wasn't using to wipe his nose to adjust his coat. Then he took off his teal gloves tainted with the dark redness blood, and handed them to Thaeddius "Would you have these washed?" Cyrillian asked. Thaeddius responded "Yes of course, sir." taking the gloves from him, "Would you like a clean pair? I know your white ones are clean." "No, it's fine Thaeddius, I'm saving the white ones for when we play in the lawn." Thaeddius almost interupted him "If I find a pair that matches your outfit, I'll bring them up." then the Imperial quickly walked off. Cyrillian continued to the parlor. It was a large room, with a bar, and a bartender, a billiard table, and various other tables, benches, chairs and sofas. Artifacts sat in display cases, and rested on pedastals.