Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161215214850

Marcus Jaghund sits in his study overviewing his work for the next week. He sips a fine brandy and smokes a equally fine cigar. His study door locked as he wishes to be left alone. The wind outside is harsh and bitter, carrying snow flakes with ease. The oil lamp post out front flickers in the harsh wind, the sun has fallen and the moon is bright. 