Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151109234424

As the mysterious man turned his back on the blood-painted room, Myvryna took her chance to exit her hiding spot in the shadows and darted straight past him, knocking him to the side.

"Son of a-!" he growled as he spotted his original, intended target. He quickly grabbed the crossbow from the floor, but realised that he hadn't reloaded it.

Judging by the sound coming from the lower floors he would have to make a run for it. She was running back to the safety of what sounded like an army of incoming guards, and he needed to leave. For the deeds he had done here a lot of unnecessary blood had been spilled.

Far too unnecessary just because of the life of a simple house maid...

He back-trailed his way to the balcony from which he had entered. He needed to be out of here this very instant...