Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150428121208/@comment-24736819-20150428170803

"Milord?", the fat breton called, "Milord?", to no response.

Gods be damned, where did he went off to now?

He treaded through the dark corridors of the Dark Tower, having only his torch as a source of light.

"Mil... Oh, excuse me Lady Lis. I'm so sorry...", he had, mistakenly entered the Duke's sister room where she was preparing a bath for herself...or to be more accurate, had three men preparing the bath to her.

"It's quite alright, Borgus dear. No harm done.", she smiled, pointing to one of the men towards a lever. She was astonishingly beautiful, fire-like red hair, milky pale skin and reddish brown eyes. Borgus was not able to elaborate any excuse as he seemed to be hypnotized by her looks, so he just stood there...staring.

"But I believe it would be better for both of us if you resume your errand...right?", she said, calmly. Even if her words were those which one chose when asking, it was pretty clear that they were an ultimatum to the moustached breton...who quickly responded by turning around and heading back into the dark corridors of the keep.

"Who was I looking for again?", he asked himself.