I SHOOT THE LIGHTS OUT | TAVEOVER MEETING

[Amren]

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This was good. Very good.

Amren absolutely delighted in being here, staring at the shocked and confused expressions that danced upon the people of Griffingate’s faces. When she heard that they’d be taking a little trip, she hasn’t anticipated one to their dear friends over on the European portion of the continent. She certainly wasn’t complaining though- far from it actually, her flames coming to life in the palms of her hands as she took a seat at the base of the stairs. Did she expect opposition to their arrival? Oh most certainly. Was their grip going to loosen any? Of course not. This was going to be Griffingate’s life now, not that she cared. After the trouble that they’d given them in the past, Amren couldn’t care less about these monarchy loving fools.

Extinguishing her fire, she crossed her arms over her chest and permitted that smoky silver stare to fall upon Abella, unimpressed. Oh boo hoo, so she lost her family? What a shame. Amren lost everything and here she was, surrounded by a new family that she had begrudgingly grown to... love. Not that she’d ever admit that though. Her and the very concept of love were two things not meant to coexist. [b][color=#414a4c]”Girl,” She began in that wickedly sly voice of hers, a cackle dripping from her lips, [color=#414a4c]”I’d like to introduce you to the new Blackfall. We’re not completely barbaric, unlike you lot. I saw the state of your streets, the beggars, those poor, poor children. You should be thanking us.” She scoffed, shaking her head at the woman. How pathetic she was... how pathetic they all were. They’d have to fix that.