Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150420010641/@comment-12599067-20150422030129

Eilonwyn wrote:

"That can be arranged..."

Nissa whipped round again and glared at whoever said that.

"What the fuck are you on!?" In a nearby alley sat a dejected-looking man in tan leathery armor, complete with a cloak, a few knives, and a curious looking white mask that obscured his entire face from Nissa and Aratius.

How vulgar, the man said simply. Or rather, didn't say - the voice didn't seem to be coming from the man himself. It seemed to be coming from somewhere in the air... or maybe within Nissa's own head. It didn't sound anything like Tyrant, though. ''Although I suppose that is to be expected, since we've never formally met. ''