Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150211212255

Sander turned around, noticing Marya. He wanted to say something, until he figured Meledran would probably be grumpy - and do something with his flint lock.

He exited the room, closing the door with one hand, still resting the cleaver on his shoulder. When he spoke, he did it silently, but in a formal tone.

"Well. That was one of Jean's accomplices. I.. - well, me and Meledran managed to make him flee."

He started breaking down the Hunetr's abilities that he had observed during the fight.

"The hunter is male, about 40 years old. A skilled assassin, capable of utilizing a sword, throwing knives, and smokebombs with ease. He is also afflicted with my vampirism.. which Jackson, your former allie, and Jean has as well."

He bowed slightly, and spoke in a more formal tone. It was hard to see if it was his usual impression of mockery, or upright regret.

"Terribly sorry to cause this much trouble," he said as he lowered his Saw Cleaver, pushing the lever as it flicked in its normal short range form.