Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150320000159/@comment-5583506-20150326193009

"Where did you see this Pale Man?" asked Sibern.

"Here. On this cemetery..."

Sibern stroke his chin. "Where exactly?"

"O-one of the m-mausoleums", stuttered Vincent. "The one in the eastern end. The door opened and there he was... I can't... I can't describe him, of course. It was dark. But I know that it was him. I could feel it. I saw him..."

Sibern made a mental note. "Where did he go? What did he do?"

It was clearly visible that Vincent was reluctant to share more information than he already had.

He is scared half to death, reflected the Investigator.

Vincent eyes flickered. "He... he... he moved in the night... walked down the northwestern alleyway to..."

"To?"

"The Derelict", said the grave robber and shuddered at the word. "There is an old condemned building at the western side of town. Should have been torn down almost two centuries ago, but no one has ever dared to. They say that it is cursed. That it is haunted..."

"Let me be the judge of that", said Sibern. "So, your Pale Man took a stroll to this building. Then what?"

"Please..." said Vincent. "No more. I know nothing more. I just saw him go to the Derelict. That's all!"

"Alright, calm down", sighed Sibern when he could see that Vincent was close to the breaking point. "Is there anything special about the Derelict?"

The grave robber swallowed hard. "He... he lives there... or at least he used to..."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The Derelict... the reason why no one has ever dared to touch it is because of the fact that it was the Pale Man's base of operations. Almost one hundred and fifty years ago..."