Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170524203605

Bentley enlarges the glowing object in his Star Chart. An imag gradually makes itself known: a man, walking in the empty halls of what is known as NeoOz's Emerald Palace with a pile of documents in his arms. Fumbling several times before finally getting a hang of his current load, it would seem like he was a bit doltish in appearance.



Except... as he went on his way, there was a shining material inside his chest: a whiteness swirled by innate black.



"There is the object of our attention." Abiathar muses to himself. "Except Hyperion chose a poor sort of vessel for the job." He laughs a great deal. Raioh shoots him a dark look. "Oh I'm sorry, did I insult him? Looks like you know him a great deal." "He is....." Raioh snaps. "..my sister's beloved."