Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140110213500/@comment-19365920-20140114201053

Selyn enters Mournhold. He looks around a bit and jumps into a stone trap door that has the same brickwork as the streets, making it very difficult to tell the difference. He did not know who built it, but he knew it very well. He climbed down a ladder into a claustrophobic hallway, which he also knew well. He inched through it and reached a small room full of kids, no more than 14 years old and no less than 9. A haughty 13 year-old walked to him and said, "Selyn! Good to see you!" Selyn replied, "based on that amulet I stole a few hundred years ago I see you got the job!" The boy replied, "So what brings you to our little stink hole?" Selyn replied, "You know where Maldis and Fournor are these days?"

"No, but I know where Jash is and he would know where Irid is and he might know where they are."

"Ah, Irid the historian. His mother taught him that, ya know, to remember. Where's she?"

"Oh, they evicted her. Turns out she had a silt strider growin' up in her home. They don't let citizens have those, they're too rare, but it was too big to take out of the house, so they had to take her out and wreck the thing."

"Hah, thats a fun story. Proves my point too. I'll catch you later, Bourd!"

"Yeah."

"Oh, and also, prepare these guys for protection. The communists are losing grip."

"You bet!"