Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191217153051

An unsettling set of laughter echoed across the dining room. The laugh itself was disturbing, as if it consisted of a legion of voices: male, female, and even a childish tone can be heard behind the voice.

"Good, good..." Fassilion could then feel a touch on his shoulder, and only then did the laughter subside. The High Elf couild see from the corner of his eyes that It was a ghostly hand, but the touch was confusingly corporeal.

"Your friends are currently at the second floor of this mansion; inside my reading room. The house you're currently in is subject to Molag Bal's creatures of oblivion and myself, of course."

The hand was now clasping Fassilion's shoulder tighter.

"Beyond the dining room are the cellars of this mansion - that is where I am.There you shall meet me, and I want you to swear fealty to the Children of Coldharbour. Then, we shall eliminate your 'friends'."