Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131201140639/@comment-12599067-20131208151021

Makoru had already entered the Flagon. Dirge saw him and raised an eyebrow. It had been a long time since Makoru himself had visited the Guild. Delvin raised his arms as if expecting a hug, but Makoru marched past. He ripped open the door of the Cistern and looked around.

Makoru: "Where's Brynjolf? Answer me!"

The thieves just stared at him blankly, then some of them drew daggers and bows. The rest followed suit and Makoru drew Bloodharvest.

Niruin: "You can't take us all, Mak."

Makoru: "I can damn well try. Where is he?"

A single thief indicated a small room to the right, but was quickly cut down by an elbow to the ribs. Makoru let out a huff of disappointment and tore across the Cistern, then flung open the door to the small back room.