Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160705025153

A few hours later, the crew of the Sea Giant had their plan ready.

"It is imperial that we do not waste time, friends. As soon as we break the Captain from the prision, we'll have all of Glenpoint's forces on our heels.", Azaron drawed sticky figurines on the dirt over the table, "We cannot fail."

Suddenly, Fiandrael's hands smacked against the table as if they were magnetized towards it and she stood there for quite some time, like a statue. The others couldn't see what was going on because of her clothing choice, but for the ones who paid enough attention it was clear that she was seeing into the future.

"What happened to her?", Tszaaz sibilated, weirded out.

"We'll soon see.", Brujlv took a large sip from his mead mug and all of the eyes turned towards the purple robed woman.

...

The Overseer was pretty content with himself. Having delivered all the messages and passed all the orders, he finally found sometime to himself.

He had decided to present himself with a nice, cooked meal from the Keep's personal chef and now all he could focus on was the tasty-looking minced lamb with pepper and roasted gull stuffed with mushrooms, fennel and onions. The dish was still steaming when the Overseer brought it to his desk, quickly filling up the office with its delicious scent, that godly made food occupied all of the room inhabitants' senses numbing the Overseer to what was about to happen...