Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-5543592-20170202222208

Nightingale alighted over the Imperial City. He soared across rooftops, light as a feather. He cleared ten foot gaps between buildings like they were nothing, cape fluttering around him. To anyone looking up, if they could see him past the lights of the city streets, he must’ve looked like an indiscriminate black shape, passing through the night sky.

Nightingale crossed the entire Imperial city by foot, across the rooftops. Scaling walls and other obstacles with ease, until arriving at his chosen destination.

Plummeting several stories, he landed in a whoosh of black fabric and armour, right in front of a hapless beggar.

The man shrieked in fear and surprise, leaping back as the sudden figure in black appeared before him and seemed to rise from the ground, as if the shadows themselves were taking a solid form.

“I want you to do something for me.”   Nightingale said to the beggar.

The man looked at him, stricken with awe and terror all at once.

Out from the depths of his cape, Nightingale flipped a coin to the man, who caught it on reflex.

“Find the Gray Fox.”