Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-12599067-20140610005357

Volarano, who had walked out of the room and was striding towards the exit of the crumbling fortress, suddenly collided with someone who hadn't been there only seconds ago and fell to the ground along with Eogan. Instinctively he whirled around and onto his fee in one swift move, grabbing his bow as he did and nocking an arrow the minute he was on his feet. Before Eogan knew it there was an arrow pointed at his face and a pair of golden eyes locked on his, a dark and dangerous light visible in them. There was a brief moment when it seemed like Volarano would let go of the bowstring, but then there was a light of recognition and Vol lowered the bow, easing his tight grip on the bowstring.

"Eogan?" Volarano asked, disbelieving. How had Eogan arrived here, and why? And how had he suddenly appeared in front of him? Vol's satisfaction with his revenge was turning to confusion and puzzlement faster than he could ask questions.