Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-25686329-20141118191957

Quinn raised both hands in an expression of backing off, but entered quickly into the room. He pulled up a chair backwards and stradled it, resting his forearms on the back. It was interesting, the looks they were giving him. The one who adressed him at the door was still looking a little irritated, but it was an odd atmosphere of sadness and fellowship. Something in his noble blood kicked in and he decided to introduce himself.

"Quinn Ratigan. Son of The Mouse King..." he half-sighed. "with better places to be."

He glanced at the girl with the Hook and flashed her a quick wink, before turning back to the supposed leader.

"Who exactly are you?"