Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-29461586-20141029133115

Gyron was thinking about his father and how he was fring ever since his disappearance. The former owned everything to him, as it was that certain old man that saved him from poverty in the streets of Riften and gave him a place to call home.

"Tyranus..." Gyron muttered as he noticed his 'father' hiding behind him.

An old Breton, who was now in his 50s, approached his adoptive son.

"Your servant is going out of control, my son."

"I know. Don't worry though. He's the next sacrificial lamb, so to speak."

"Where is he now?"

"In a place called Silent Moons Camp, his personal retreat."

"And the supplies and 'prizes'?"

"1/2 of the Blood-Hounds that Thaik sent has already returned here and is now organizing the rewards to be shared."

"Good. You make me proud, my son. Perhaps you may be able to take my place one day."

"Thank you, father."

"Now we wait to see how the Mediator will deal with Thaik. I would love to see this for myself. I'll be back soon."

"Yes, father."

(I think we need a new part now.)