Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190612054126

The Silver Mask tilts his head slightly upon hearing the distant sounds of bloodhounds and angry Militiamen approaching. He sighs deeply before locking eyes with Freya again, shimmering pools of violet amethyst meeting piercing emeralds. He pulls her close by the waist with one arm and cups her chin with a finger and a thumb on his other hand.

"Another time I'm afraid. Farewell, lass..." he lift his mask up enough to softly, yet passionately kiss her delicate, ebony hand without revealing his identity before swiftly turning and leaving the tavern. He hands a small pouch of coins to the Holstaur barmaid on his way out. "Sorry for the trouble Cassie, forgive me?" He strokes one of her cheeks with his thumb before kissing her other one. He then pushes the swinging doors out his way before somersaulting into a mount on a creature that looked like a mix between a terror bird and a scaly horse, wearing it's own silver mask.

"Oh and uh, Greed was it?" He turns to address the grey furred Hellhound as his mount hoots and yips excitedly. "I hope you learn to take better care of your things than you do others from now on." He readjusts a bag on his back containing a black collar with a gold skull ornament, a silver ring with a amethyst in the middle, and a host of other valuables he pickpocketed off Freya and Greed without their knowledge. "You never know when you might not see them again! Ta ta! Hyah!" He gallops off into the distance, faster than they could ever hope to move to catch him as a mob of dogs and soldiers come closer to the tavern, unaware they just missed their quarry.