Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141221031533/@comment-25038310-20141223151656

Jack looked from the window of the inn at the massacre Rykadiar was causing. He frowned, having noticed his look when he spotted Jack's mask.

''Strange. He didn't do much to claim it.''

He looked up at Claire for a moment, before he opened the door of the inn. He started grabbing some food from empty tables, like venison, bread, and cheese wedges, stuffing them into a pocket of his coat. He also grabbed a few bottles of mead and placed them somewhere safe.

"Some trouble happened... pack your things, grab the mead, and let's get out of here. That "Rykadiar", whoever he might be, is causing quite some trouble in the Rift - and I'd rather stay clear of corrupt guards and the masses."