Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150216095040/@comment-5583506-20150216232654

Rikki's chambers were far from perfect. It was cold and damp and he floor hadn't been properly dusted for months. The elegant furnitures were carved from a dark oak and her bedsheets wore the symbol of the Black Hand.

She poured him some wine into a silver chalice before pouring some to herself while she sat down in an armchair by the fireplace. "So... tell this one everything."