Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-25808351-20200405170036

Many hours pass. In a dimly lit room, only a few candles are burning, to provide any sort of light. Aleric enters, Imperia sits at a table.

“Was he truthful?” Aleric asks as he sits.

“No.” Imperia places the real letters on the table. “Our sources say he blackmailed Theodore into creating false documents. While handing me the real ones.”

“That roving street heap thinks he can fool me?!” Aleric grips the papers. “Find him and his band! I want them-“

“Unnecessary, my Lord.” Imperia speaks. “Dorian fulfilled his part of the contract, he gave us the information required. He simply maximized his earnings.”

Aleric calms himself, letting go of the letters in his hand.

“I suppose.” He sighs. “Has he received his gold?”

“The cart has arrived at it’s designated location. If Dorian is capable of reading instructions, he’s swimming in gold right now.” Imperia answers.