Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-5583506-20170724200557

"Because he has not been heard of since", the Guildmaster said. "I can't even reach him on his guild seal. I know that you are thinking that I must seem desperate in believing that he could've had something to do with it. He was always... well-behaved. But not only was his disappearance mysteriously convenient, but the fact that he has yet to contact us even after seven years leads me to believe that he may have had something to do with it. All I want is to get to the bottom of this. If it turns out that he is innocent, then fine, but if not..."

He side-glanced at Gait. "I do trust that you will reserve a cell at Volkihar Prison for an old comrade?"

Archivist was a very powerful hero, possessing the uncanny ability to "store" the powers of other heroes into his own body, rendering him as possibly one of the mightiest beings in modern history. Gait would know that if Archivist indeed had had a part to play in the Great Conflict and if he was still at large, then he needed to be found... and caught... should the Guildmaster's theory hold up.

"I will be doing a bit more research", the old man said and rose up from his armchair. "But if my efforts turn out to be fruitless, then I will trust that you or Preacher will be able to capture him. Speaking of which, he will be arriving at early midnight."

"I am... sorry to hear that", Bethany said joylessly. "I am a disappointment to my father as well."

Ylva felt urged to reveal her secret now that Jerus was looking at her and the other seemed to be expecting an answer from her as well. "I can..." she stopped to find the right words. She didn't want to be teased or ridiculed if it came out wrong. She had been taught from her brothers that the first impression was everything, and if you failed to impress you were 'fucked'. Whatever that last part meant. She reckoned it meant something bad and had been meaning to ask her father, but something told her that if she did, he would scold her. She really couldn't trust her brothers.

"Fine", she grumbled. "Whenever I get angry or upset I transform into... a werewolf", she finished the last word quickly.

"Don't worry about it", Pierre chuckled. "I've got my way with words, yah? I'll smooth things over with the old man."