Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150128012812

"So, who are you?" he asked.

The Breton girl turned her head as they wandered along the sewer tunnels. Their only source of light was a lantern she had brought up from her clothing.

"Hmm?" she mumbled.

"Who are you to... to him?"

She snickered. Something that seemed out of place since she usually seemed so shy and nervous. "W-why do you ask?"

"I am just curious, I guess? A sister? A daughter? A lover?"

"Merely another ally", she replied. "Nothing more. He likes to keep me around. I guess it is because... he identifies himself with me."

"Identifies?"

"We have both had hard times, him and I", she answered and took a turn to the left, expecting him to follow. "My guess is that he was also just as lost as I was in one way or another, despite him being noble and all. Being wealthy and having a name for yourself doesn't seem to matter when your very soul is troubled, does it?"

"I guess not", said Victorius. Not that he would know of such things. "Have you known him for long?"

"Oh, he... he and I go way back. I found him."

Victorius raised an eyebrow. "You found him? How old exactly is he?"

She raised her shoulders. "Don't know. I have never seen his face. He wore that mask of his already the day I found him. While I found him, it was actually he who saved me."

It became clear to the Imperial that there was obviously more to the story than the Breton girl cared to reveal, but her vague answers stated that she had no interest in revealing all her secrets. Not yet anyway...

He smacked with his lips. "Why Wraith?"

"Huh?"

"His name? Why Wraith?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Because he haunts the nobles? Because his identity is almost that of a ghost? Because anyone can relate to him? You tell me."

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Wraith!

It was confirmed. While Valkyrie followed silently in the shadows behind the pair, it had become known to her that these people indeed knew Wraith, the man she was after. She wanted to put a bullet in him for mocking her with his tactics, but not before he had told her everything she wanted to know.

What was his true motif? What did he use on the guards in order to seemingly vipe out all evidence that he had ever been there? But the most important question of all remained... Who was he? She intended to find out by pulling that mask of his off his head before she would kill him.

She had no intentions of just becoming another noble in his book of death.