Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-29559990-20150729224954

With both Falcus and Daithi gone, Cidarus suddenly turned to the old man. "So you made it out, huh?"

Frosic glanced up at Cidarus for a moment, then shook his head. "I was hoping you couldn't tell."

"I'm drunk, not stupid, Delvin," Cidarus responded.

The old man took off his hood and mask, revealing himself to be, in fact, Delvin Malloy.

"So what's with the Frosic gimmick?" Cidarus asked.

"Thieves guild may be gone, but she's still got enemies. I did what I needed to do to keep hidden, mate."

"Of course, of course. Were you the only one to make it out?"

"I'm not sure. After Arbiter stormed into the Flaggon, I got out of their as fast as I could. There still a chance some of em made it out, but..."

Cidarus whipped out his Crossbow and aimed it squarely at Delvin's cranium. The old man didn't dare to move. "She's still alive, isn't she?"

Delvin sighed. "She got out across the Cyrodil border just before Laila died."

"Good. I want to be the one to end that bitch," Cidarus huffed, and stormed out the door.

"Oh, if Adicus could see that boy now..." Delvin Mumbled. ___________________________________________________________________

The moon had just begun to rise as Daithi and Falcus entered the Longhouse, with Cidarus not far behind.

"So, your back," Siddgeir said. "Was ol' Frosic of any help?"