Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-24736819-20150312124027

(Let our be white, Laz. He probably followed after me, so here's the next part...)

Velaryon was about to enter the inn again, when he suddenly felt a touch on his shoulder. A light touch of a delicated hand.

He looked back to see who was the owner of the hand and was surprised to see the white figure that he saw a few moments ago. There she was, dressed with a white dress that could trick the mind of men, he was able to tell that she hasn't been sleeping very well because of the dark colour around her eyes and when she spoke, he truly knew that the girl was no apparition.

"I'm sorry...you are one of the investigators, aren't you?", she asked, a bit shaky.

"Indeed, what can I do for you? ", the boy asked, astounded by her looks. She was a beautiful woman, even with her strange, dead looks.

"I'm...you...Could you perhaps come with me? It would be easier if I just showed you.", she replied, turning around gracefully and heading towards the street light that Velaryon was once standing by. He followed her and found or that she was leading him to the house with the open window.

"In there...", she said. Velaryon nodded and walked into the house, which also had its door opened, walking in the dark and following the smell of death.

It wasn't a surprise to him when he found the owner of the house...a writer, laying lifeless on the ground.