Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-27550231-20180201031817

(S9)

Jorge brings the dark crystal to his face, looking deeply into its features before sitting up and throwing it into the river.

"Damn preachers all the same."

Jorge stands up taking the basket to the row boat and digs in for another snack. He pulls out a steak and stops himself as he remembers the madness he saw in the castle.

"Ive never lost my appetite before so ill give him that."

He touches the base of his skull and highly considers searching for ibrahim to cut his head open to check for a rune.

"Well... I guess I better start searching. "

The kight rows over to the bank and collects his helmet, brushing off any sand and dirt from the interior before starting to search for one of the few people he still had a modicum of trust in. He walked around the fair occasionally stopping to ask someone if they saw Tirush or her husband. He had a feeling that people wouldn't know who Thomas was but Tirush, after such a display who would not recognize her. Who wouldn't recognize him? Stealing the victory away from many high players after underperforming the entire time.

The constant stopping to be polite was more than annoying but he kept up the facade until he got a lead, someone saw Tirush and one of Baku's wives drinking down the road.

"He's got to be nearby then."

With a new lead and desperation to leave the masses he made his way through the crowds looking through all the windows for anything that looked pink or horned.