Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-5735114-20150406212108

Rjalik had not gotten to spend the night at an inn. Rather, as he'd been wandering the town, his staff caught the attention of a thief, who leapt from the shadows and managed to grab it before the Nord could react. Rjalik had tried to tackle the thief, but with a chuckle he seemed to have disappeared back into the shadows from which he'd come. Now Rjalik was now left staffless in the middle of an unfamiliar city that from his immediate experience he saw was capable of chewing him to bits.

His attemps to rouse the nearest guard to action were in vain, and their conversation went something like this:

"A thief stole my staff!"

"Yeah, what else is new?"

"Are... you not going to help?"

"Just get out of here, old man. With a limp like that, you look like you took two arrows in the knee."

"Fine then. Where do the thieves here go?"

The guard chuckled incredulously, and told the Nord to search the sewers if he really had a death wish.

Rjalik, his determination to get his staff back suddenly drowing out his exhaustion and hunger, steeled himself and went with a heavier limp than usual down the stairs to the canal.