Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170912201340/@comment-5424581-20170923032307

Epic Scimitars wrote:

Sometime around late afternoon (this point matching up with the sailing of a certain mercenary ship far away), the doors creaked open not to men joking about the weight of work, or shifting journals and paper, but to quiet.

Six soft boots, walking on the firm stone floors, made their way into the centre, hands at their belt-sides. "Are we waiting for anyone?"

"I don't know. There should be four of us."

"Well, unless one of you summons something, we don't have four. Where's the other guy? Sadean lowered his hood and stepped out of the shadows.

"Right here" Sadean said hoping they would believe his deception. "It's about time you got here."