Redthorn Anvil

Back Alleys and Black Markets

"Oh, shuddup." Roman hissed back before turning around and blinking at Victor.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

Roman blinked as though in surprise at seeing Victor, and she sidled over to have a look around at the room. "Hey wait a minute brother, I thought you said that this was father's room? You have a really bad memory." She laughed, then looked at Victor timidly. "Sorry sir, wrong door I guess." She said sheepishly, then grabbed Narcissus's arm and dragged him off.

But hidden away in her jacket was the pad with the letters on it.

The Tavern: a roleplay designed to practice interaction

@Phaesaris Vanion inclined his head politely to the young woman who greeted him with a smile, though he didn't return the gesture. He didn't smile much these days; he didn't have the heart for it. Instead, he left it at that and returned to his glass, finishing it off in a swig and sliding slightly away from himself as a gesture of being done with it.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

"You should have done it that way in the first place." She replied, gesturing to his knocking.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

Roman scowled. There was Narcissus again, with more of his fancy little superior nicknacks and contraptions. She almost snorted with disgust. With no one else in the hallway, there was little point in trying to hide from him now. "Well, look at you all fancied up. He's in there, and he's probably going to get rid of whatever it is we're both after." She said, though not loud enough for Victor to be able to hear. She crossed her arms with a frown.

The Tavern: a roleplay designed to practice interaction

@Phaesaris The roleplay is for anyone and everyone.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

Roman finally struggled up to the roof after a little while, and quickly headed for the door to the stairs that led down to the topmost level. This is where her avoidance skills would come in handy.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

But Roman had a better idea; or so she thought. She decided that she'd come in through the roof. Which would mean much more climbing for her, which she wasn't enthusiastic about, but she'd never get in via the front entrance anyway, so she didn't have much choice. So, she began her long climb up the side of the building.

The Tavern: a roleplay designed to practice interaction

@Lord Coake Vanion smirked slightly at the tavernmaster's enthusiasm. "My story? Oh, it's a very long and tedious, and not a great conversation piece. It tends to make people a little...uncomfortable. I'll just put it at that. Suffice it to say, I have had a very long, rather skeptical life, and I'm now here to have a short break from it." The tired looking man replied. He wasn't really sure that it was the best thing to talk about with so many people around. He had discovered early that people didn't really take well to hearing it.

The Tavern: a roleplay designed to practice interaction

Talk abou no inspiration on my part. I need to make more detailed posts. *yawn*