Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140203170856

Rowan didn't want to get up. Not now, not ever. He felt so defeated and useless. He had never felt like this before, never so low... He had a headache of all the anger and sorrow he let out last night, and felt his throat had suffered from it. He didn't feel tired, he just had no desire to move. If he'd have the option to pass away in this state he wouldn't protest, but he knew reality would soon slap him in the face and wake him up to the cold and hard reality that was his miserable life in this miserable city in this miserable province in this miserable empire...

Mara's bell tolled sixes...

He had stayed in his bed untill 6 in the afternoon since 3 in the morning after his visit from Cervanco.

"My my... What a sad life you've got..." A voice sounded from the shadows

"leave me alone you stupid witch" Rowan knew it was Gwendolynn, the mysterious hooded woman from 2 days ago.

Gwendolynn looked annoyed, like all the fun out of sneaking up on Rowan had suddenly washed away

"Well... Anyways. I presume Veneficus didn't know about the order and the ring?"

"yes... he didn't... why do you?.." Rowan left his comfortable fetus possition and looked up at the corner where the voice echoed. He sat up straight now

"if you knew he didn't know then why was I needed to send it?"

"Because I thought you were more desperate..."

"Desperate?"

"Keep it for yourself"

"So wait... there is no 'order'?"

"tch, course not. What order would that be"

"But why?"

"Because... my dear Rowan. The ring has power, power beyond your wildest dreams."

"Power?" Rowan asked her again.

"Yes... from Boetiah herself..." She grinned.