Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-24685738-20160401203848

A young boy sat on the couch a few doors down from the door through which Scire had entered, thoroughly engrossed in his movie.

Rook had entered a nice sitting room, with soft chairs, a nice, rosewood coffee table, and a piano. It didn't appear to be the kind of house that a drug lord would inhabit, but appearances could be deceiving.