Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170612154425

The dark man claps his hands together "Nathan, how have you been?" As the two already knew and if Nathan had eyes for the occult, then it should be know that that warm display was naught but a grossly hidden act of malice, for a black stain populates the man's back. A stain on the material world, yet not visible.

His war axe starts shaking, but subtly. The man dark was really happy to meet him once more "I didn't think you'd be here so soon. Then again, how long has it been since you've left us for dead? Left him dead? Ohh Nathan, if only you were there to hear his dying words. He didn't deserve that. None of them did, but him especially. Don't worry, though, the dead never quite forgets, do they?"

As he says that, a faint pollution of whispers starts literring the inn, mostly directed at Nathan...