Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-24736819-20150710233502

"Ah, the art of lovemaking!", the breton exclaimed, "It is a underrated art, I must say... Two, three or more people engaged in pleasuring eachother with nothing but their bodies and their imagination."

He finished the frontal sketch, detailed as one wouldn’t believe...the picture almost seemed to be popping out of the paper. He grabbed a blank one and went behind Mi'Siri to start drawing the khajiit's back view.

"And why have you stopped, if I may ask?", the investigator was truly interested after listening what she did for a living.

A commotion could be heard outside the debriefing room. The few words that could be distinguished amongst the noise were: "Who is this?" and "Is it him? The new...".

Both Remian and the investigators saw someone walking amongst the staff, towards the room where they gathered to discuss this next case, it almost seemed as if the King was visiting the building that was house to the famous Investigators, such was the herd of folks gathering outside.

"Make way, you peasant numbskulls!", a harsh, young voice spat as its owner finally got to the door and opened it, entering.

He purposedly interrupted the debriefing, something that was not well seen by Remian and all the investigators knew. The young man had black, thick, short hair and was clean shaven. His eyes studied the entire room, dark-blue eyes, judging every single person inside that room...and he smirked. A smugly, all-knowing smirk that plainly stated how high the young man thought of himself.

Strangely, he said nothing, the man just stood there, analyzing.