Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131228052431

(Ooh, suspense. Ten points to Gryffindor.)

Jack quickly removed himself from the doorway as the door was slammed in his face. He took a seat at the table, still pale. He quickly took a bottle of wine from a nearby cabinet and poured it into a bottle, trying to clear his mind. Mak had been one of the few people who had taken him in after Mora's little jest, and he wasn't sure he could kill him. But if he didn't, he'd be booted from the Cult, and without Cynthia's money, he'd have to resort to becoming a bandit or something of the like. That was not a fate he envied.

He seriously considered asking Daithi for one of those bone pipes, but wasn't sure if he had an extra. He could really use something to calm his nerves, the wine wasn't helping anything.