Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-3293219-20140211234518

There was no sign of anything upstairs, living or dead. Kaizen had assumed that it was abandoned, not knowing that it had been visited a mere ten years ago.

Kaizen went to the right, at the top of the stairway, heading to Pelinal's office and bedchamber. He stepped inside, seeing that there were torches on the wall, that hadn't been lit for hundreds of years.

The argonian prepared his, very basic, fire spell. Back in his day, fireballs were the extent of spells, unless that spell was on touch. This was one of many reasons that Mikasa's attack had surprised him so much.

He fired a fireball at the first torch he saw, illuminating the room, making the bed visible.

There were several books and sheets of paper, scattered across Pelinal's desk as well as a half drunk bottle of ale.

The Black argonian gave a haunted look to the set up as he stared across the room; he glanced back to Petra and gestured towards the bed.

"I'd feel better if we were in the same room, don't want to take any risks here..."