Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140625012345/@comment-24735981-20140625050906

Beline watched the warden, her eyes narrowed. She wasn't one for assertions of authority, especially because it often meant that she was being stripped of hers. She found everything about him to be an annoyance, his balding head, his commanding demeanour, his blood. She ESPECIALLY found distaste in his blood. Imperialism had wronged her before, and it would surely do it again. Nevertheless, she remained silent.