Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141213173915/@comment-5543592-20141214000928

(Where'd everyone go?)

Darach came in, after a bit.

"Barracks are empty, nothing but beds.  Armory's bare too." He announced, so that the girls could here him upstaris.

He moved to the desk, which was empty, escept for it's one drawer, which he pulled open. In it was an ink well and a pen. He picked up the well and examined it. As he was wondering if it had some secret function, the well fell from his hands, hit the desk, rolled off it, rolled along the floor, and towards the fireplace, where it came to rest.

Darach rose from where he had sat behind the desk, disturbing a lot of dust as he did so, and moved to pick up the ink well.

As he bent down he leaned into the fireplace where he noticed something particular. There was not firewood, only a stack of parchment. Most of it had been burned to fragments, or completely blackened, but a good few pages, were still in mint condition. And they had writing on them. Darach was an excellent reader, his father had been absolute sure of that, but he wanted to make sure others could look over them. He spent a few seconds reading, before calling out.

"Hey, Megan, Riona, get down here." He called, stretching the 'hey.'