Blackmaw¦ Ogre Gristlegrinder¦ Summer Courtier ¦ Mantle 1 ¦ ¦ Giant Merit ¦ Defense: 2¦ Glamour : 5/10 ¦ Willpower: 5/5¦ Health : 9/9 ¦ Wyrd: 2 ¦ Speed 12¦
Blackmaw ' s mood darkened, and his desire to beat some Sense into these idiots grew.He looked at Vivian. That wouldn't be helpful. His job was guarding, not starting fights. Patience, Mark, patience. Instead of attacking, he sighed. "Look, guys, I can't leave her alone, and letting her go in alone is out of the question. Your boss has something to discuss with the Lovely lady. I don't think he wants to miss out on that. Can't you just check me for Guns and weapons? It's not like I outnumber you guys. I'll behave."
He managed, although barely, to keep the growling out of his voice, and put up his hands in a friendly gesture.
He hoped that was enough Submission to make them happy. He was not sure he could dish out more.