Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20191112193046/@comment-38232361-20191112202552

(Third. Okay, who invited that Wyatt guy who keept spamming empty chat messages?)

The Holstaur smile as she writes down his order and takes his menu, returning shortly with a tray of coffee, cream and sugar that she put down on his table. She nods in greeting as she sees Kasia and Muzukiel approaching the table.

"Hiyah! Anything I can get fer the champion of the drinking hall?And your food will be ready shortly sir."

MEANWHILE

"Right... Richard..." Sylvia replies sadly, a touch of guilt in her voice.

MEANWHILE

Hush growls in annoyance before grabbing the length of rope next to him that was tied to the butcher's wrists and yanking him away frim the pipe.

"Be quiet." He snarls before resuming his meditation

About ten feet away from the butcher is a crate full of broken bottles, 15 in the other direction is the sewer, the water moving rapidly towards the harbor. It is said that vampires can't cross or go in moving water, not without an airtight coffin full of dirt from their grave. Maybe he can find some way to escape while his captor is distracted, or he has some other options...