Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-24736819-20151030020622

"Milord... The othersss are ressstlesss. They need, no, we need to sssaciate our hunger.", the leader of the Prowlers commented once they saw themselves alone.

"King Tormund needs us here, Dùlan. Here we will remain.", Lord Draluc always had been a man of few words.

The forked-tongue man sighed, "Ssstill..."

Vladir nodded slowly and Dùlan smiled, showing his sharpened teeth. The pale man turned around and disappeared, finally leaving his Duke alone.

Vladir walked to the window, listening closely to the on going things aboard the ship. The Prowlers had been staying on the Haven's Pride since they left White Haven, but lately Duke Draluc had been wondering if it wasn't better to get out of the ship before the boy-Captain decided to go after his father.

He received news from Borgus, troubling news and he was still deciding whether to act or not. He turned away from the window and back to the room, slowly walking to a large chest of his ownership.