Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131124195016/@comment-3293219-20131125190810

Larius stood in the hall way, waiting for Corelas to join him.

"That... fool is the catalyst?" Larius asked, surprised.

"That's what I was told..." Corelas answered.

Larius got off of the wall and took a few steps forward.

"Now we've reached a point in which the knowledge capable of saving our world is trapped in the head of a..." Larius stopped and turned around  "what do you call them?"

"Degenerates..." Corelas admitted, though he seemed less eager to say it.

"Ah, I rememeber now... yes.

All those... 'people' seem to do is talk about is screwing, excreting and... other disgusting things."

"Can't argue with you there..." Corelas muttered, though secretly he found their display amusing, though he'd never admit it.

"Now they're influence has managed to affect you, of all people!" Larius spat.

"I don't see how..."

"I saw you grinning like an idiot at their idiocy, you forget your place Corelas! You are a thalmor justicar, not a whisperer for the inbred! Need I remind you of how close you were to the axe last time?"

Corelas said nothing, he felt intimidated to an extent but he was more enraged.

That was so long ago and this bastard stll wants to use it against him?

Larius saw the look that Corelas was giving him and backed down.

"Worry not..." Larius added, "this'll be over soon and you'll be able to clear your head."

Corelas stared at him until he left.

"Degenerate..." He seethed.