Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151117225651/@comment-5543592-20151207235248

Nacar strode into a wide office, with dark, mohogany floors and walls, fine stained-glass windows at it's back, all leather furniture, and a man in an ebony mask sitting behind a desk as dark as his visage.

"Sit." The Hand of the Inquisition instructed politely, gesturing to one of the four seats in front of him.