Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150320000159/@comment-5583506-20150325185953

Sibern's gaze darkened as his headaches got worse, now thundering inside his head like a stampede of rumbling hooves chafing against stony ground.

"What have you seen, Vincent?" he asked. "Tell me."

Vincent's very voice seemed to fade into a whisper as he spoke. "I have seen him", he uttered, his very eyes glistening with fear. "I have seen the Pale Man."

Sibern felt a cold chill run down his spine. Either this man was the worst liar there was, or the most dreadful truth-sayer he had ever encountered. If they were dealing with some sort of supernatural being here in Riften after all, it would certainly explain a lot of things.

"The Pale Man?" asked Sibern, as if he needed confirmation. "Are you sure?"

The grave robber shook his head. A single tear found its way tracing down his eye. "N-no", he said. "Not really. I can just... feel... it. When that man from the Imperial City was murdered I overheard how he had his door locked every night, yet he was killed nonetheless, with no signs of breaking and entering."

Sibern raised an eyebrow. "I don't understand. What is it to that story that would make you suspect that the Pale Man was behind it?"

Vincent shuddered. "Haven't you heard the stories, Investigator? Haven't you heard about the Pale Man?"

"I care not for ghost stories, Vincent."

"Oh, but you should", said the grave robber and nodded assuringly. "You are in one, Investigator..."