Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20160302210812/@comment-25588187-20160304194825

(Right, I've delayed this long enough, let's begin.)

It was a rainy night in Jehanna. You could here the pitter-patter of water colliding with the roof. The Witches Head was by no means a luxury establishment, but it had a good hearth for warming the long hall, in the corner of which sat table nine, at which sat our party.

"Ladies, gentlemen." began the old man. He was most definitely Imperial, and around the age of 80.

"I'd like to thank you all for meeting me here today. I can tell you now that you will not be disappointed." he cleared his throat slightly, grumbling.

"Now, for the reason I have gathered you here, something of great value has been stolen from me. I need it back."