Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-29559990-20150727212504

Soon, they arrived at the house. Frosic took the keys out and fumbled with them a bit before sticking them in the lock. Cidarus had remained oddly silent through the ordeal.

Frosic opened the door, and stepped in. The door was brightly lit by multiple stockpiles of candles. There wasn't a lot of furniture minus a few chairs, a table, a few cupboards and cabinets, and a bed. All around the house, there were piles upon piles of papers, some neatly organized and some scattered.

"Every paper in this house is on Arbiter. His movement patterns, his attack strategies, known allies, and everything on his past."