Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-5543592-20170213195354

"He wanted me to steal the Cowl." He paused. "And something else." He stepped across the rooftop slowly, approaching her at an angle. "You have something of his.  What is it?" Nightingale, although his tone never changed from collected calm, wasn't so much questioning as demanding.