Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-24530992-20150312170721

Corentin shifted in his sleep, before his one visible eye could be seen opening. He yawned, feeling a familiar hand on his shoulder.

"Sylvestre...?" He asked, wearily. Apparently his dreams had summoned his butler. "What're you doing here...?"

"You called me... I knew you would get out of that prison somehow, but it seems you had a bit of.. Help."