thewizardguy said
"Doesn't ring a bell." Bob lights up a cigar, as he snaps his fingers. The walls are instantly polished marble, without the posters "There. This seems more..... well, less fitting, actually, but I like it more. And your needs really are quite secondary here." Bob smiles, as the room slowly becomes foggy, faint faces visible in the fog. "So, I take it I took your son? Brother? Maybe ate your cousin?"
(( Maaaaaaatt rp? Im bored )