Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160716052104

Praetor kicks in the door to the barn, spilling light into the darkness inside. At a wuick glance he sees it is empty, mostly devoid of last year's harvest. His eyes follow a trail of stuck arrows, first from the wall, all the way up to a hole in the ceiling. A few feathers still ring around the newly made hole in the roof. This is where Antionette made her stand, and her eventual escape with the child.

The mage grits his teeth. He spits in Hound's eye. "You want to know where she is?  Her father knows better than anyone.  When you find him, you godless churl, you'd be best off sending him to hell yourself and save him the trouble of what's coming to him."