Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151110025153

Danric adjusted the girl over his shoulder and danced his way over the rooftops, trying to put as much weight over to right side to avoid unnecessary friction to the burned wound.

"P-Please", she whimpered. "Let me go. I... I won't tell. I promise."

"I thought I told you to be quiet?" murmured Danric and entered through the window of his bedroom. He laid her down by the bed before sitting down with a sigh, groaning in pain as he felt the burnt flesh chafe against the inside of his coat.

He opened it opened it up and took it off, removing his shirt afterwards to tend to the wound with some of the ointment he had cooked together on the homefront.

Myvryna observed the man's muscular frame with curiousity. How something of such athletic build could move so quietly and quickly even with a grotesque wound to his side was beyond her understanding.

"Please", she beckoned. "I promise I will keep quiet, but do you... do you mind telling me what this is all about?"

Danric breathed in loudly as he rubbed a white cream against his oozing wound. "That's something we will both find out as soon as I bring you to the place where my reward awaits. Why the hell did I have to kill several men for just a lowly house maid? I oughta crave them on double payment for the trouble."

"Just... who are you?"

He put a finger to his lips and hushed her. "No talking now", he grumbled and brought forth the letter from his satchel in the belt. "I need to think. He leaned over the chair and started to read the letter, all the while as he clenched his teeth together hard as the ointment began to take its toll on the wound.