Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140710003207/@comment-5583506-20140714012135

Jaqueline looked over her shoulder as if she expected Najima and Ungol to jump out from within the shadows with a bucket of water over her head or something like that. They had done once and although she had found it as funny as it was cold, Gregorius had taught them an all too hard lesson for pulling practical jokes on his ward.

"I guess I can, but I have to hurry back to The Flayed Bitch soon before Didrik finds out where I hid the mead."

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As Gregorius was welcomed inside the council chambers of the "Businessmen" after waiting for another hour he went straight in just to sink down in an empty seat in front of a council of pale and worn men.

Black Tommard took the initiative to spell out his full titles. "Mylords, I give you Gregorius Tenebrae, the Iron Hound, captain of The Flayed Bitch and commander of the Gorehounds and lord of the Sky Ruins."

The mention of the Sky Ruins got the attention of some of the council members. "So it is lord of the Sky Ruins now as well?" shrugged one of them. "Another title wasted on such a proud leader such as yourself."

Gregorius grinded his teeth even harder as he struggled to keep his patience. "Mylords, I have come because..."

"We know very well why you have come, lord Gregorius", interrupted another. "Words travel fast nowadays. Certainly alot faster since your last attempt to claim Eagleholm as your own."