Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140905031758/@comment-5824038-20140909160554

Darius had had a fairly boring day so far. He was walking past the Thieves Guild base (whatever it's called, can't remember), and thought it was high time he went to see his old friends. He was about to walk through when he remembered. Some of them might not have appreciated what happened the month before, when a few of them may have been imprisoned, and it may have been his fault. He instead slipped inside and climbed the rafters, sitting above the thieves in the shadows, listening in on their plans.

After a while he decided it was time to say hello. He nocked an arrow to his bow, and sent it whizzing through the air to land just a few inches away from Val Marro's head, and then dropped down from the rafters to land in the middle of the thieves, his hands on the hilts of his scimitars.

'Good evening, gentlemen,' he said, smiling at the confused and angry faces. 'I couldn't help but hear what you were saying - perhaps because I was directly above you - and it all sounds terribly exciting. I thought I would drop by and say hello to my old friends.'

Darius looked round and grinned.