Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20150208143719/@comment-25828117-20150219172516

“I hate parties…”

Virius said to Wylion  as he looked out on the street from his leadlight window.

“But… I guess I can’t keep my head under for ever. The Potentate wished to see me and there’s little I can do about it.”

The Breton whom he was speaking with, indirectly, was going through the cupboards of the room, checking whether or not the Chief Inquisitor would have a safe stay. It seemed excessive, but in the paranoid mind of Mr. Sengricus it made perfect sense.

“Nothing to report, chief inquisitor” Wylion said after carefully assessing the room and all its exit and entry points.

“Hmm, very well.” The middle-aged Inquisitor mumbled as he sat down on his bed.

“Any news on the escapees?”

Wylion sighed.

“No sir. But with the wanted posters up in all major towns they’re bound to be ratted out, eventually.”

“I certainly hope so… For some reason I fear they may be closer than we think…” Virius looked up, while he was twisting his emerald ring around his long ring finger: A habit of his, whenever he was thinking.

“You suspect them being here in the Imperial City, Sir?” The Breton turned towards his master.

“It’s possible.”

Wylion nodded:

“I’ll contact our branch on Elven Garden Street, double the search efforts within the city.”

