Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5824038-20150222133025

(Humm... it's not easy to know what to do, since I'm not really in control of the Wraith stroyline much. He could always receive a vision from Azura and join the Knights! :P  But, more seriously, I could get him recruited into one of the factions eg. he could become a palace guard, join the Resistance, get employed as an assassin by Samarkand, whatever. Or of course he could just happen to bump into some of the others by pure coincidence.)

'Okay,' Meledran whispered to Sander after looking around. 'I think the coast is as clear as it's going to get. Open her up, and if anyone asks, we were sent down to retrieve a file for the next Senate meeting. I'm hoping there's not anyone else down there already, but you never know.'

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'I... I failed, master,' the Hunter said in shame.

Jean Guettierre turned around, having not heard his assassin enter. 'Hmm? What?'

'I got to the monastery, but I did not manage to kill any of them. Forgive my incompetence.'

'No, no, no, my friend. You did not fail! If you had failed, you would not be standing here with me. Failed means dead. You simply did not accomplish your mission at that time. There is always another opportunity, isn't there?'

'Yes, I suppose,' Hunter replied, not overly keen on Guettierre's logic.

'The fact that you got to the monastery and escaped alive is enough to impress me.' The nobleman walked over to a table and picked up a goblet. 'Now, drink deeply, and taste the sweet taste of relief.'

The Hunter did as instructed, drinking deeply from the dark red liquid. A smile came over his face - a rarely seen event. 'It is good, after so long. Where did it come from?'

'Oh, just aroud, you know? People in this city often get careless, who will miss the odd nobody?' Guettierre seemed incredibly nonchalant about his actions. 'Beaufort failed in her mission, but you still have another opportunity. Think of all the lives we'll save, of all the happiness we will bring, if we are successful! Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do.'

'Still trying to convert the wench to your side?'

Guettierre turned back quickly, the smile and warmth gone from his face. 'Do not speak of her like that. I have delved inside her mind, and I know that deep inside her there is longing to join us. She has experienced the same feelings as I did, and knows why what we must do must be done. She just needs more time, that's all.'

'Whatever you say, master. Whatever you say...'