Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150502142033/@comment-24736819-20150503210936

Velaryon looked back and upon seeing Sibern he figured something odd in the fellow investigator.

Having finished his third meal of the day, he walked over to Sibern.

"What is it? What happened?"

Izzad managed to hide his smile just in time so no one would suspect of his new acquaintance.

Garulf walked past the guards at the doors of the city watch. His eyes were red from the lack of sleep last night and his semblant was that of a destroyed man. He barely acknowledged the greetings his subordinates gave him on the way to his quarters and eventually to his office.

The seasoned guard walked over to his cabinet of liquor and retrieved the half-empty bottle of Black-Briar Reserve, a gift from the Jarl. He poured a glass to him and walked back to his desk, letting himself fall violently over his chair.

"Gods...", he muttered.