Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160102174454/@comment-29461586-20160217130959

Meanwhile...

"I told you, torture twists the truth. They'll say anything to end the pain. Gods..." Zalbec facepalmed in frustration over Aliste's attempts to extract information from an assassin they nabbed in the middle of the night.

"Then what do you want me to do? This guy will not talk one bit." Aliste pointed out.

"Because you beat him to a pulp," Zalbec bluntly put out," just get out of here. I'll deal with this guy myself. I'll report back once I do get his tongue to speak for us. Now get back to your post before the warden starts growing suspicious." He told his friend. Aliste shrugged and left, defeated.

It has been over a day since the capture of the Blackheart Assassin sent after them. Aliste was obviously tired out from trying to extract information and refusing to listen to Zalbec's more diplomatic approach. Luckily for both of them, they were seen being attacked by the said assassin, but time was against them, and answers were needed now, not later.

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At his personal quarters, Matthias had ensured that everything in his room was sealed. As soon as the coast was all clear, he sat down on his chair, and began to cast a spell that required much of his concentration via scroll.

Is the inheritance found?

''Yes, my lord. It's location is indeed at the hands of your father, but not anymore. He seems to keep it right under your nose. The blade is in the hands of your most trusted commanding officer.''

''...I see. Most surprising... Alright. Pull back from your post and report to me immediately. Rest assured, once this job is done, you will be well-rewarded.''

Understood, my lord.

Matthias let out a sound of amusement. The inheritance was so close now, but he knew that he still had to be careful. He knew he was being watched, and had to be careful and stack the deck in his favor.