Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190301003406/@comment-24510587-20190304221356

It was, as it turned out, not Virde. A dead mercenary fell down the stairs into the cellar, slumping into a heap at the bottom. A peculiar, ancient-looking blade stuck in his chest.

"That's..." Rolf began, looking at the dagger, but he didn't even have to continue the sentence, as a pair of robed figures followed down after the corpse. They wore strange masks; these were Dragon Cultists.