Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-25808351-20170124232225

(Calm yourselves men, yes I went to work today, but I was on light duty. So no worries.)

Marcus stares out the bedroom window at Zahmeria, Samia herself has moved to the bed to continue reading. Sitting next to the sleeping children, she pets each of their heads in short intervals. Heide's ear twitches as Samia silky touch brushes past it. She looks up from the book at her restless husband.

"Hone, what's on your mind?" She asks while setting the book in her lap.

"Thinking about how I'm going face Conrad when I see him next...." He replies sternly.

"Why don't you go into town and have some fun?" She coos.

"I suppose that would help clear my thoughts, but I think I'd much rather distract myself with you...." He looks back at her with a hungry gaze.

"No, not tonight. The children need to be watched and I'd like to catch up on my reading, now shoo." She waves at him dismissively.

Not hanging around, Marcus throws on a nice outfit for the evening and sets out. Wearing leather boots, suede pants/long sleeve shirt/vest and tail coat all in his signature black and silver. Stepping outside, he whistles for Mitternact who shows up promptly. He rubs the horses neck and mounts up. With a spur he rides into the city.

[Now that Cyndwella mentions it, I wouldn't mind going to the Black Stallion for a massage.... no, she'll just think I'm spying on her. Then again, maybe she isn't there, it has been a while. What are the odds she'd see me anyways? She's most likely in a private room. Yeah, I got nothing to worry about, we'll go there.]

(This Doc is just a setup for shenanigans. One which you can pass or take advantage of.)

Marcus places Mitternact in a nearby patron stable outside the devious building and strolls inside.

"Hello Lord Jaghund! It's been a little while sense your last vist, how's your two handsome friends doing?" Grace asks.

"Oh they've been fine. You mind setting me up for a massage? My back has been a little sore lately." Marcus grabs his shoulder and rolls his neck around, cracking it twice.

"Why sure, follow me." Grace bows.