Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5583506-20150227114312

Back at the LaDucard mansion there was many questions asked among the members, mostly about the war and how many soldiers they had killed.

"I reckon I shot at least... uhm... fifty or so. Straight to the heart! BAM!" boasted one of them.

"You are such a bad liar, Gaston", said another rebel. "You were about four leagues away from the real fight! Besides, how did you shoot them in the heart if they were wearing that thick armour of theirs?"

Wraith was relaxing in armchair, recovering from the wounds while listening to the boastful statements of his members.

"You alright, Wraith?" asked Victorius. "You seem a little... off... since we got back from the Ghost-Wolf estate. Did something happen back there? Did she... do something to you?"

"You worry too much, my dear Victorius", said Wraith and got up from the armchair. "The woman knows my true identity, that's all."

"W-what?! But if that's the case, we're gonna have to... silence her."

Wraith shrugged. "Kill off lady Ghost-Wolf? I think not. But if you think you have got what it takes to finish her off, lad, then by all means prove me wrong. I will be attending your burial afterwards. Noble's promise!" The rebel yawned. "Now I am going to get some sleep. You should join the others in celebration, my dear Victorius. Besides, I heard rumours among the men that someone is returning from High Rock in order to visit you."

"Claire?"

The rebel said nothing and started to walk up the stairs with slow and heavy steps.