Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-5543592-20140918015434

"No, I'll feel better knowing you're here, safe.  As for Anaril, I'll fight better.  I always do."

"Or I could offer my assistance." Said a familar voice from the corner. Emrey whirled around and drew his sword quickly. He was impressed with his own speed.

"Shor, do they even lock the doors around here?"

"I'm going to assume that is a rhetorical question." Said a man who looked astonishingly like the Count of Chorrol, except he was shirtless and wore only rags.

Emrey looked surprised. "Uh, the Brethren?" He didn't lower his sword. "We thought you'd gone off somewhere, after Dalon persuaded you to go." (See The Deep Ones: The Count (Part 6))

The Not-Quite-So-Count nodded. "We did.  But we heard of your Empire's plight, and want to return the kindness you gave us."

Emrey was even more surprised. "That's admirable of you."

"We will strike the enemy for you when you need it most." The whole transaction was no more than a couple seconds.

With that, he opened the window and simply jumped out. Emrey ran too it to look out; but the man was gone, vanishing off into the night. This day just get's more bizarre as it goes on.

Emrey closed the window and returned to Brighid's side, making guesses as to what her next follow-up question would be. His best guess was "What the (explicit word)?"