Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20150115220122/@comment-25828117-20150126125736

Meanwhile, at the Chapelstine.

"That Nord, my chief inquisitor..." Wylion said as he measured Virius' waist.

"Marko?"

The Breton nodded slowly.

"Yes... Him, sire... Doesn't he strike you as odd?"

Virius still held his arms straight up from his sides. As Wylion moved up with the tape measure.

"He's a Nord... They're basically Imperials without manners, proud fools. Of course they're a bit odd."

It seemed Wylion didn't want to outright draw conclusions so he tried to present his opinion in a suggestive manner.

"No, that's not what I meant... I mean... earlier today, when that... twit came barging in. He protected her."

The imperial looked down.

"Hmm... Go on..."

"My guess... he's an informant." The Breton suggested.

Virius smiled.

"Do you think so?"

"Yes, sire."

Even though, Wylion wasn't done measuring his master, Virius lowered his arms already and walked towards his desk. Not that the breton could protest eitherway. It was his master after all.

"Well... If you truly think he's up to no good. I task you and only you with shadowing him. If your hunch turns out to be correct you'll reap the rewards... naturally. But... if you are proven to be wrong... The consequences are on you..."