Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180416232749/@comment-3293219-20180421232955

Tamannaah took it, gracefully and tried some.

"You're amazing, y'know that?"

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"I meant my mother. I haven't really got time to look in every back alleyway for your's." Raphael sighed, stepping up to the visitor's center and lightly booting the door open.

Inside was a dark skinned man, with a long beard in a dress-like robe. He slowly turned to see Raphael and instantly wrinkled his aged face. He folded his arms and shook his head.

"What's this, Raphael? One of the many unfortunate wastelanders, that you've decided to torment?"

Raphael didn't take too kindly to that kind of tone, if he was speaking to anyone else, he probably would've left a gash on their cheek to remind them of who they were talking to but sadly, the Imam was one of few people he couldn't hurt, without consequence.

"Not that it's any of your business, Khan but she's actually a war criminal. I'm doing the Brotherhood's work here. Now go back to sniffing carpets, like a good boy and leave the rest of us to more important matters."

"You're a true altruist now?" The Imam scoffed.

"Forgive me, I must've blinked and missed this miracle. Just don't hurt her, if it isn't necessary."

"I'll decide what's necessary." Raph scoffed, pushing Harriot forward.

"Mother!"