Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-5543592-20150307155312

Perdix almost wanted to laugh. He couldn't remember the last time someone had called him trustworthy. Most people wouldn't trust him with a Septim. But Torsdolk could trust him with this. Becoming Guildmaster again was more important than any coin. It was his life's work. Absent-mindedly, he patted his jacket where the Cowl rested underneath.

"Of course." Said Perdix with a nod, even giving Torsdolk a reassuring smile. He turned and entered the room. Valkyrie did not look good. He could see the full extent of her injuries, since she was unclothed. And the full extent of everything else.

He sat down in a chair nearby the door, not saying a word. To anyone entering Perdix would be unnoticeable. He blended in with the shadows, like a ghost.