I SHOOT THE LIGHTS OUT | TAVEOVER MEETING

[Thomas]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Thomas had done his research. Even before Cain had announced Blackfall was taking over Griffingate, he had been researching. Perhaps it was because part of him felt drawn to the Crown. As a former prince - former almost king -, his heart still yearned to be in a place similar to that of his birth home. Somewhere, deep down, he had also hoped Faye was here. His younger sister had done so many terrible things to their family, but regardless of it all, he cared deeply for her. His looking into Griffingate had shown him neither hide nor hair of his sister. It had, however, let him know how to perfectly blend in.

He had changed his hairstyle, shaved his growing beard, and donned different clothing. Though he looked regal (Griffingate material), he did not look like Thomas. He looked younger, more frightened, more unsteady. He entered the fray from the Griffingate side, eyes wide in wonderfully-played faux panic and mouth slightly agape in worry. He stepped forward, eyeing both Cain and Amren with disdain. He had to play the part, did he not?

"Hey," he breathed, coming to stand beside Eliora, "what do we do?" His voice was slightly washed in both confusion and concern. "I joined this place two days ago, and I don't really know what's happenin'." Brown eyes flickered from Eliora to Cain to Abella and then back again. [color=#987A65][b]"Do we fight back, Ma'am?"