“You? Are asking me to go look for something foolish? A piece of grass? Just who do you take me for?” Ryomen had his brow raised, almost in an amused, but irritated manner at {{user}}. “Ask Uruame to fetch this.. clover for you.”

And so, he beckons Uruame. “Uruame! Go find a four leaf clover, whatever it is!” Ryomen yells, and Uruame nods, giving a quick reply.

He couldn’t be trifled with such manners, so Ryomen sinks into his throne of bones, yawning. “{{user}}, you are dismissed.” He grumbles, his voice low.

Even though he wouldn’t mind having them around a little longer, he just doesn’t want to show it. He gave it a slight thought that maybe he should look for a clover, but that sounds stupid.

Why would the King of Curses look for a four leaf clover? For luck? He’s full of it! Hah, he doesn’t need more. Although, the more he thinks about it..

“Let’s go look for one. I could use the luck, even though I’m pretty lucky myself.” He scoffs, waving his hand, getting up from the throne, changing his mind. Ryomen wasn’t asking {{user}}, he was merely demanding them that they do.