Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-25323290-20150312062004

(Last post for tonight (it's actually midday for me) from me)

Talvar left his room during the night to take a walk. He couldn't get to sleep at the time, so to pass time he decided to leave the inn and investigate what he could. The night slightly made him feel paranoid. He was afraid that his past would haunt him - like former occupation and all. Being a former assassin of the Dark Brotherhood, he knew most of the methods for an assassination.

Talvar stood next to a dimly lit lamp, but at least he was able to read. He didn't want anyone to see his work, especially at a time like this - it'd seem a bit suspicious. The environment was so eerie, as if he wasn't alone. Before he could take a look at the notes he had put together, he spotted something abnormal near the inn. It was a white figure, but he couldn't make out what it looked like. He blinked once, and the motionless figure was gone.

The confused investigator quickly went back to the inn. Even in a place that intended for him to feel safe - he wasn't. Talvar moved back up to his room as fast as he could and sat down. He opened his journal shakily and looked through the notes he had taken of the murder, and upon further investigation he realised something that shocked him. How could he have been so stupid? Whoever - or whatever - committed the crime was not an assassin, or at least an ordinary one. He couldn't forget the motionless white figure in the darkness that he saw in the street, and he didn't believe that this would be the last of it.