Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160621173144/@comment-28358106-20160622202548

(Praetor) You enter the hallway, and the sound you've been hearing is quite distinct now. It sounds like the wall beam is being tapped, as if someone is searching---or testing for---something. It seems to be coming from downstairs, where you hear voices...

(LoS)  "As it happens, I live here," Lucida says, crossing both sets of arms. "If you consider being around three busybody siblings all the time, I suppose it is fun.  At least I get some time alone in Papa's library." She pauses. "Wait.  What exactly do you mean you're not doing anything to the wall...yet?"

(Hound)  I laugh. "Didn't mean it like that, old boy. You know how legends grow. People tack euphemisms onto your name, regardless of what you've done.  Before you know it, you have to work your ass off just to keep up."

[Oops, fixed continuity problem]