Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-5583506-20150606231255

Cheydinhal Castle... He and his sister had robbed the place on multiple occasions, mostly by night, by sneaking into the castle basement. There were lots of valuable goods and trinkets down there. Presumably all the stuff that couldn't fit into the noble family's already over-decorated home. Their crimes were never reported so Rokhan assumed that all the things they had stolen had gone unnoticed by the guards... and perhaps even the family itself.

The streets were literally bustling with all sorts of people. From farmers to paupers. From noblemen to fishmongers. For once in their lives the class differences seemed to have little relevance. That was either a good thing or a bad thing... he hadn't decided on which, knowing that at the end of the day, things would go back to normal; with the rich man eating the poor... and he and his sister somewhere inbetween.

"Excuse me", said a voice behind him as he made his way through the seemingly never-ending stream of people.

He wasn't exactly hard to spot, seeing as his fur was completely black and that he towered up above most people with a head or two.

Rokhan slowly turned around to face the voice.

It was a guard. A man of the local City Watch. "Do you have a permit for those... those things? They look like weapons to me?" said the young Imperial.

Rokhan raised his brows and looked nonchalantly down on his massive chest where the cleavers were safely tucked into the crossed belts. He gave the guard a meaningful stare as he slowly slid one of them out, demonstrating that he had no intention to harm anybody.

He held it out for the guard to examine. "For the butcher shop", he lied with his dark, hoarse voice. "This one is heading there."

"Ah", replied the guard as he eyed the weapon with some uncertain caution. "I see... Well... Carry on then."

Rokhan stuck the cleaver back into its hilt and looked at his sister, before continuing to follow the stream... like a dead fish...