Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-5543592-20170204002718

Tip of the iceburg, and the Fox would know the rest.  Nightingale thought. This wasn't a rich collector hunting someone who'd stolen his prize. This was a rivalry, a competition.

Nightingale reached down, grabbed Ogvir by his collar, and yanked he back onto the roof, where he roughly shoved the man onto his back.

"I promised Damien that if he sent tails after me I would break them." Nightingale told Ogvir, sizing the man up. "I don't think you need both your legs."