Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-25808351-20200401041250

The thunder dies down, and Dorian finds himself in a lounge like room. There are a few comfortable looking chairs and wooden tables about the room, the kind of place one would go with a book to get away from others in the house. It was apparent that no one has been in this room at all tonight. The fireplace was cold, no candles or lanterns lit. Outside the room a guard patrolled, it was easy to tell as his footsteps were loud and uncoordinated. There was a keyhole that Dorian could utilize to peer into the hall.

The footsteps passed the room. This guard in particular was drinking on the job, he wreaked of booze and fumbled with his words as he leaned up against a wall at the corner of the hall, facing away from Dorian’s room. The hallway was dark with a few choice lanterns lit, long patches of midnight shadows that burn away in pools of flickering orange.

“The gshentleman was proud, as he finished hish round, he gawked at the ladiesh so fair.... *burp* He said ‘stay wif me my beautifful bubble bee’, and made that girl blushs lik’a a peeeeeeach.”

Raised a flask in the air as he sang the last part of his tune, a took a large swig. He sneered as he swallows the bitter drink, and tucks his flask away before anyone could notice. Theodore’s office was still several hallways to go and the guard was in his way.