Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-5543592-20170213192923

Nightingale crouch low on the corner of the rooftop, peering off of it, over the wall surrounding the Imperial City, into the distance. The nightingale bird sung during both day and night, but Nightingale's element was certainly the dark. He had to time his arrival the Ice-Fist estate, however. He'd allowed the mercenaries to leave before he had, and he refused to be stuck on the road. Goriyn's interest was in them, and Nightingale's interest was in Goriyn. Mortis would make his move, and then Nightingale would make his. Timing was important. He couldn't expose himself earlier, not while Goriyn had no idea of his existence. So he waited.