Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190218061847/@comment-38232361-20190629091314

After a moment of being dazed by the blow, the young man came back to his senses and fought against the guard's vice like grip, while at the same time trying to keep his face hidden behind his wavy locks of hair. "Let go of me! Release me at once!"

"Eww! People empty their chamber pots here! Please don't leave me here! I promise I'll stop making you steal for a month! Please!"

The voice was faint now that he wasn't wearing the mask anymore, but was urgently begging him as it sat in the brownish-yellow puddle next to a storm drain. Three guards and a fat, bald man dressed in a revealing white cotton shirt, leather vest and a ring on each finger soon approach the two, the latter redfaced and out of breath. The bald man, who would be recognizable as the local tax collector, took deep heaving breaths as he addressed the one who captured the thief.

"You... have... done a great service... to our lord and his court... Sir Flamesman! Now, if you would give the bag of stolen tax funds and hand over the half-breed thief to us, we shall see to it that he receives the rightful punishment for his crimes..."