Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180109035748/@comment-34052734-20180327013831

James walked into the room Orville advanced in, facing the servant as he closed the door behind him, locking it with the chain. His sword hung at his side, attached to the carrier his waist, the cover brushing his leg. He glared at Orville with a chilling glare, “What are you doing?” His voice was serious, yet unafraid.

Orville hadn’t pivoted, stiffening up and facing the wall. He hadn’t moved, but he was not petrified to do so. He actually smiled, but of course, the knight couldn’t see that. He then laughed casually. “What do you think?”