Drakus just couldn’t let it go without getting some last final words in. Speaking softly as he left, being sure to show that his reply didn’t require his full attention or concern, he said. [color=gray]”The inside of my arse you say? That would be less of a sorry sight then this sad mob.”[/color] he let out a small scoff, amused by his own words. [color=gray]” And no, I did not come here to learn boy scouting skills from lowly rabble, I’ll take my place in the eternal dark before asking aid from a lessor.”[/color] Barely turning his head, not even giving her his full attention, Drakus looked back at Alexandria out of his peripheral, and with a sigh of disdain replied. [color=gray]”Fuck your legacies, and family names. It’s a misplaced unearned pride, but hang onto it if you wish and I’m sure you will get the chance to see my parents soon enough.”[/color] Drakus was not of legacy name or teachings, but had always been compared to those that were. Held to their standards and expectations so subsequently grew to hate them and all they stood for. [center][h2]* * * * *[/h2][/center] Upon finding and arriving at his room, despite the somewhat spacious and luxurious accommodation with all the amenities, Drakus was highly disturbed to find a secondary bed. From his passing observation he suspected that his room had seemed a littler larger than the rest, and being the last in the hallway, perhaps it used to have an alternate intention. But still, he would rather sleep in the dirt than have to share with one of them. (Not literally of course.) He could only hope it was simply a spare. In any case it didn’t take him long to find his bed, sleep however wouldn’t come until hours later. [@Hitman][@Hammerman]