Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-11457306-20141031225618

(Are we speaking of Volarano, Kenyon?  Or does he have an imaginary friend?)

Conall drew Kasra back away from the group and they conferred. "Have you heard anything of this mage or the escape?"

[They spoke in LOW whispers that only they could hear!]

Kasra shook her head.

"Nor have I, but if he escaped from the Rose he is not a man to be trifled with.  Twenty Five Thousand is a lot of coin, Kasra, but something about this stinks.  If the Imperials were not able to bring him in, with all their resources, how are we to?"

"Imperial soldiers are not the most imaginative thinkers, Conall, but I agree, there is more to this than meets the eye.  If he was the lieutenant of Mannimarco, he may very well secure aid from the other plane."

"Oblivion?" Conall rocked back on his heels. "Gods preserve us..."

"However, if we are successful and earn the reward..."

"We could stop being sellswords," finished Conall.

"I say we take the deal.  We'll never get another chance like this, Conall."

Conall looked into her green eyes, seeing the determination in them. When she got that look he felt that anything was possible. Some day he wanted to see another entirely different look in those eyes. Perhaps this was the way. If she finally felt she had enough to settle down and live in style, maybe...just maybe...

She turned away from him and back to Ranvil. "We accept your terms.  When do we leave?"