Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-25038310-20160103181422

Arnaud looked down at the various objects that were lying around the table. Most of these were abdly damaged, burned, in some kind of fire. Some were pictures, toys, drawings of children and other things that had some happy memories attached to them. They were probably the only things that were left of Lafayette's former household that were in his possession. none of these wre incredibly interesting, yet at the same time they did have some kind of value to him. They were the only things that were recovered from the fire that raged through his cousin's house all those years ago. Terribly worn down and tattered, but sturdy and whole nonetheless.

His unhealthy obsession with his cousin was paired with an equally large dose of defiance and disdain. These things were worthless to others - they had little to no usefulness or value if bought.

He looked towards his nightstand, which was not so far away to his left. Lafayette's book was still there. He hadn't continued reading it for a while, as he was quite busy with some other things that needed his attention. He remembered where it had come from, and was well into reading the second chapter. He had skipped some bits, such as the man's personal life stories and other scraps of his many successfull assassinations. He wasn't interested in reading how Lafayette boasted about how good he slit someone's throat.

He was, particularly interested in reading about Daggerfall. Some things that weren't included in the book. The tales, rumors and stories of how his cousin's stash and arsenal of weapons were still somewhere in that wretched city. That's what he was looking out for in the city of Daggerfall.

He sighed annoyed, guessing that he would need to postpone that little treasure hunt for this sorry business in the city. A shame - but if he could avert war, why not?

He grabbed his leather trenchcoat from the small seat in the middle of the room, heading for the door and then down the stairs towards the exit of the building. He could hear an angry landlord yelling from behind him, yet his words were incomprehensible as Arnaud created more distance between him and himself.