Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170813151003/@comment-5543592-20190522213056

(I got ONE thing wrong in my synopsis, Bagarok is actually with Arik and Catryrn, not Fordolla.  Sorry, forgive my weaknes oh lord)

Arik and Catyrn were questioning Lord Erant Dashar about a recent murder on his premise. A serving woman had been slain and butchered, in a manner resembling a ritual they had seen the citizens of Hackdirt use on Rhaela's handmaiden Gwenna, all that time ago.

Erant now was fiddling with his hands anxiously. The exact reason for his nervousness wasn't immediately apparent, although it could have been trauma.

Arctus sat alone in his stately apart, brandy out, generally miserable. It appeared he would be at this for a while, with little entertainment coming his way.

Ollie looked on as Maia squared up to Taeris, who didn't look particularly enthused at being made to show off.

Hirri and all those with him looked down on a blackened, ashen landscape.

The Crimson Archer's eyes were tight, narrowed, as if unable to accept what was before him.