Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-5543592-20170203193754

"This conversation is over." Nightingale said, knowing that, to Damien, everything could be bought. The idea of their being someone uncorruptible probably didn't compute with him.

He pulled a small vial of something out of cloak.

"Keep your tails off me next time.  You only saw me because I let you.  I catch wind of you again and your men come back in broken bones."

He threw the vial into the ground, and immediately a green, misty vapor began to rise, with a harsh acidic smell that made one want to hack their longs out and tear up at the eyes.

Nightingale had vanished.