Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140923020743/@comment-5543592-20140924030303

"See, Malachi?" Finbar gloated. "They don't even believe in the cause, in fact, I should send them home now."

The last sentence sounded like a threat. Finbar and Malachi obviously were competitors over something.

"Actually I'll-"

"Finbar!" A voice boomed. Daithi, or at least what seemed like him, stood at the end of the hall.

"Daithi, sire, I-"

"Get out." Daithi sounded incrediably irritated. He'd probably walked in on a situation like this before. Finbar shot Malachi and the group a 'this isn't over' look and scurried out.

Daithi approached the group, slowly. While he emitted a regal presense, and he certainly looked imposing with the battle scars and fancy staff, he didn't exactly seem the part of unstoppable fighting-machine.

"Ass hole." Muttered Daithi, referring to Finbar, loud enough for the group to hear. "I'll assume you all have questions on the job.  Be quick, your first assignment is soon."