Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-25686329-20141123003656

Sob Worthington had been listening since Airmid has raised her voice, and took the oppurtunity to enter. Clad completely in disguise as Proffessor B. Nimble, he airly breezed into the room and hoped he was in character. He kept his voice to a very specific tone.

"She's Airmid Valerian of course! Daughter of Godfather Death, and a fantastic student!"

He had heard that there was to be some sort of secret group meeting, and he wanted information. He waited for reaction. Heaven knows he'd be in trouble if there was a hole in his lie. Like if Valerian didn't take classes from nimble. Murphy's Law...