Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20160512211718/@comment-27950523-20160528004052

Watching Henry trip over himself gave Demyan both a sense of relief and confidence when he realized there were others just introducing themselves, which cued him off to do so as well.

"Demyan Tsarevich, son of Tsar Ivan Tsarevich," he said stiffly though his tone and posture were ladened with pride, his head held high. "I do die in my in my story..."

Demyan winced remembering all the talks he and his father had regarding this part of their legacy. His father always heavily assured him that the Grey Wolf would rescue him from the cold embrace of death but it was still a daunting concept.

"....but I get resurrected by a wolf," he finished not looking at anyone. He strided over and sat near Jiang briefly pondering if anyone picked up on his slight accent before asserting himself not to even worry about it.