Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-25808351-20200401060628

Dorian ducked into a small coat closet, there were only a few jackets tucked in there but they all looked unused for some time. The passing guard stops and looks down the Dorian was in, noticing the one drunk guard is miss.

“Rand? Randel?! Fuckin soused slob.” The guard scoffs.

“What’s the issue?!” One of the two guards in down the other hall calls.

“Randel isn’t at his post. Bastards probably swiping drink from the cellar again!” The guard closest to Dorian shouts back, obviously frustrated.

“I’ll go check the cellar. You check down the hall and make sure he isn’t passed out again in of the rooms!” One of the two guards leaves the door their guarding and marches pass Dorian field of view. The guard closest to Dorian heads down the hall toward the room where Dorian left Randel. Now there was only one guard watching over the door down the hall.