Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-25808351-20190710040536

“Aye, go get some sleep Ne’zon. I’ll be around as well.” Marcus goes and checks on his horse, a big beast of a horse which is mostly black with a white patch on it’s nose. He pulls from the saddle a bedroll and small gothic looking lantern with a violet flame dancing within it. Setting down his bedroll by a tree he opens the lantern door and places his hand in the flame, immediately making contact with the one who owns it.

“Shmoopy? How’s the job going?” Cyndwella’s voice rings in his mind.

“I scraped it. I ran into Jorge’s kid, Ne’zon. She seems to be doing alright but I get the feeling she’s about to go on a manhunt for Jorge. That said I’m gonna spend the night here and check on her tomorrow. If nothing pans out I’ll be coming home, the rich guy that sent me this job can get somebody else to find his dog.”

“That’s find by me. You’ve been gone 2 days and feels like 8, so don’t keep us waiting much longer.... Uh oh, the babies crying, Cyndwella out!”

As Cyndwella leaves the conversation, Marcus pulls his hand from the lantern and sets it beside him, it’s warm glow comforting as the sun is now faded.