Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150328222815/@comment-5543592-20150330015631

(Night Eilo.)

Dacian wiped the corners of his eyes before turning away from her he headed towards the main chamber. He went to his dresser and discarded his robes, changing into loose Shrouded robes. Dacian smirked at the memory. An assassin had come to, well, assassinate him. The man had succeeded and then moved into Dacian's home. The assassin certainly did not expect Dacian to come back the next day and return the favor. He sat down on a bed and leaned forward over his knees and rubbed his face.

How the hell did he get into this situation?