Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-5543592-20170130002223

The Fox's joke did not seem to impress Nightingale. The masked man considered her for a moment, as if weighing the costs and benefits of bringing someone he knew nothing about into the fold. He didn't want her help, he prefered to work alone, but he couldn't afford to burn this bridge either.

He dropped his arms to his sides, the cape falling back around him. "Goriyn Mortis plans to use a dangerous serum to bring about his promised apocalypse." One of his hands came out of the cape with a vial of a dark red liquid, which he held out for the Fox to come an take.