Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140925102931/@comment-24696651-20141003211143

Nande strode through the manor, his cloak in a pouch and wearing a nobleman's robe. He didn't know whose, but he had looked vaguely like him before he was stabbed in the eye. He carried himself with such confidence that no one would think he was a spy, an impostor. But a spy is exactly what he was. He turned a corner, and reached the Lady's study. After checking no one was there, he drew his cloak and cast shadow, creeping into her study. He rifled through the letters, looking for plans of the mine and any other useful information. He found it, and was about to leave when he noticed the Lady had been writing a letter before she left. That meant she'd be back soon. But he'd the ink was very wet, so she'd only just left.

"My dear Arienne," it read, in a painfully polite and lifeless fashion, "I would like to preface by thanking you warning me of the plans of Naarfin. He is a nuisance, and I have accordingly adjusted my guard so as to prevent his Nande Camoran lackey from..."

That was were the letter ended. She knew who he was. He was compromised. The only person who knew that was Naarfin himself. He needed to get back to the castle quickly and destroy any evidence. He'd also need to kill Arienne. He'd heard that name, but wasn't sure where from. Probably one of Naarfim's mistresses. He was about to leave, but heard footsteps, and instinctively hid in a shadowy corner. The Lady Arraneyla walked in. She knew too much. She sat down to write, and Nande drew his sword. Waiting for her to turn to get some blotting paper, he prepared to strike. She turned, and he, silent as a cat, jumped, planting his sword in the nape of her neck. He jumped through the window, rolled, and ran to kill Naarfin for his foolishness.