Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141127202735/@comment-12599067-20141201002540

Veranwen frowned at the mention of the incedent with the skeletons, as she hadn't known they would be paid a visit by the undead during their time in the stronghold, and even if she had, it was either that or the snowstorm, but she still kept Ranwulf in check, although now he was only barely keeping himself from turning on Lorcan.

"Look. Our employer made us both swear under oath that we would not speak of our employment to anyone who we are not sure utterly and absolutely sure shares all of our goals. I'm not saying I don't trust you all, but I don't know enough about any of you to be one-hundred percent certain you are not enemies of our employer, yet, so I'm forced to keep my mouth shut," Ranwulf explained. "So I can either drop hint after hint until you get find out through deduction, walk up to that fine man up there, who will no doubt recognize a handsome face like my own and point out who I am without incedent, or tell you all who hired us and risk making us all enemies of our employer."

"And, just a fair warning, one of those situations has a good chance of us dying at the end."