Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161022213310/@comment-26444332-20161109011754

Artoria folds her arms and looks at the Garthytin dismissively.

'Gythrati are rather insulting, aren't they?' she asks her companions.

'Indeed they are. Especially when they have no idea of whom they speak to,' replies Alastair, his black cassock flowing in the breeze. 'They didn't even presume to ask who you were. You had to tell them, otherwise they would never have bothered asking.'

Shu kneels down to the ground on one knee, placing his hand on the grass. Almost instantly, the metals of the earth around him begin to flow together, coming together in his hand to make a staff. He taps it against the ground.

'We don't have all day,' he says.

'Indeed we do not,' Artoria replies, before turning back to the Garthytin. 'You don't know of what you speak, young one, so I'll forgive your insolence. I was made, not born, before the concepts of time or existence had yet come into being. So yes, I do understand the true void of Nothing. I was around before rivers, humans, or arrogant Garthytin. The ones I knew in the old days were always so polite. Evidently that's changed.'