Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160801233042/@comment-5543592-20160803231806

"I imagine the action took place sometime last night." Ishien said, picking up a striking stick, and then lighting it by flicking it sharply against the table, before sticking it in the small bowl of kindling the tea pot sat over, the pot's base resting on a grill.

"Leya was practicing late, as always.  As the top student, she felt she always needed to improve her skill.  The man who took her, Daireg, snuck in.  That was likely from the rooftops.  The gap between this building and next is nearly twenty feet, but I saw him preform greater feats in his youth.  He came to the studio Leya was in, and attacked her.  There was no sign of a fight, as our studios have no furniture and the floors are built to withstand scuffing, but Leya's scimitar was left behind.

"All we found was this note." Ishien said as he crossed the room with the tea platter, which rattled slightly as his hands shook, back to the coffee table, and set it down. He reaching the pocket of his robes, pulling out a thin slip of paper, which he placed on the coffee table for all to read.

Bring the map to the downtown rooftops or the girl dies.



"That was it, left pinned to the point of Leya's sword."

"I hafta do everything." Crimson groaned, dramatically sagging his shoulders as he headed back below deck in search of Juliette.