Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
Bento chuckles at the kid as he reaches for a moment for what probably would be his piece; what a stupid fucking kid. Jacob felt bad for him. “Well, if you insist, son. We could possibly escort you there and then hang back on the final stretch, let you make it the rest of the way and then escort you back here. But hey, if that’s not what you’re looking for, then go ahead and take your chances," Jacob says, picking at his teeth with his thumbnail, something being in between his front two. "But that’s a risky gamble, kid.”