@frctellone ..
a roll of his tired eyes, a jeweled claw running over his uniquely flared collar. “only if you promise this time you’ll listen.” gortash shifted where he stood, the tips of his dark boots shimmering with crimson that catches the light in an almost rehearsed fashion. his tone was serious, laced with a malicious humor of his own devising. “while your attention was fixed to —“ a clear of his throat, he needn’t speak another word to elaborate. “—i asked for your assistance, just a moment is all i ask.”