Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150428121208/@comment-24736819-20150429131400

(Cool.)

"Milord? Oh, finally!", Borgus found Duke Draluc at the dinning table, eating in the dark, "Milord, I have news of the Prowlers. It seems those bandits are a small flock of misfits led by one who indentifies himself as Silver Bear, a rather imposing figure."

No response from the Duke as he kept resting small pieces of his food, which Borgus couldn't see what it was because of the lack of illumination.

"The Prowlers made themselves noticed by slitting the throats of six bandits in their sleep and capturing one...who strangely killed himself with a poisoned dagger before they could torture him and having their fun, which ultimately makes me think that he had something to hide.", the fat breton kept talking.

"They successfully discovered the poison used and will now attempt to kidnap one of them for questioning...and torturing, of course. As it it's their right."

The Duke raised his head towards the moustached  breton and slowly went back into eating his food.

"Very well, my Lord. I'll tell them.", Borgus understood and bowed as he left the room.