Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-24449631-20140603164204

"And?" Pelapicus asked the young man again while he grew impatient.

"You've had a few days now... Has your tapping resulted in something?"

"Not exactly sir. people don't seem to come close to this wall a lot..."

"Sigh... Damned man, we need those new escape tunnels. You're messing up the whole schedule..."

The young agent turned around from his knelt down position against the dirt wall.

"Sir. We don't know what's behind this patch of dirt yet... But from what I've been hearing, it seems to be not just some miserable bandit hideout. it might even be bigger then our base itself. I implore you not to throw the wall down just for the hell of it, this might have serious repercussions. I suggest we do not interfere before we got word from the capital..."

Pelapicus rolled his eyes.

"They're not responding... The emperor died for Talos' sake."

"They're a little busy..."

"All the more reason not to undergo rash actions, sir."

"Sigh... Alright. But if this is nothing... It's on you boy... It's on you..." Pelapicus walked back into the Bruma headquarters under the wooden cabin that used to be a blacksmith.

"Damn that fool... worrying about a bloody abandoned cellar. With probably just some rats." He complained to the one second in command.

"I really want to go back to the P.O. in the city..."

"This outpost is driving me crazy. Nothing happens in here."

"We had the Cheydinhal call a few months back..." The second in command added.

"Yeah, bloody great. woohoo... But for the rest nothing... I just, you know... Want to do something, Help for Talos' sake not just sitting around worrying about fucking "golden dawn cult clubhouses" on the other side of a wall damnit!"