❝ Why have enemies when you can have friends? ❞
KING ARTHUR / LEGEND OF THE SWORD ↳accepting
“That is my EXACT sentiment!” Adhlea huffs in the dramatic manner most of her companions have learned to expect from their dear Inquisitor. Rosy cheeked, pouting, all she was missing for a proper tantrum were tears. Though, those were never far off either.
“But I cannot be friends with someone like- like that!” She gestures to a MASSIVE mural depicting their current host. The heroic painting depicted the Nevarran lord shirtless, flexing muscles he absolutely did not have as he defended numerous damsels from a monstrous horde.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me that is not the most absurd thing you have ever seen. I pity the artist that had to make him look handsome.”
