Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150409160545/@comment-24736819-20150421034147

Inside the dark tower, house of the Duke of Raven Spring, a message arrived from Dunkarn Haven.

"Attacked, milord. Bandits, it seems.", the short, fat and moustached breton said as he read the paper. He awaited for the Duke's reply, but as usually his silence was all the fat breton got.

"Milord, the Lord of Dunkarn Haven is asking for your help... They lost the, already scarce, crops that also supply our lands. He asked for the Night Prowlers and...", the moustached man continued, but was immediately stopped by the Duke's grey-eyes focusing on him. Those eyes, were nothing could be read as if the person who owned them was a corpse rotten long ago.

"Noted.", was everything that came out of the Duke's mouth and everything that the fat breton needed to hear.