Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-5543592-20170202230315

Nightingale dropped down from the well, landing towards the source of the voice. He held his tongue, and cast Night Eye discretely to get a better view of the speaker.

The white orbs shimmering under his hood narrowed infractionally. He began to think either Ogvir didn't work for the Gray Fox or there was more going on here than he'd previously thought.