Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170109045852

The bruised knight makes his way through the town, a cold chill runs up his spine as the wind blows hard through the alley. He does his best to avoid the main roads as his luggage may bring unnecessary attention. The now mostly shaved man with silver hair lay hogtied and slung over Jorge's shoulder occasionally struggling to escape.

Then it starts, the many clock towers and bells of Whitemarch go off all at once filling the night with a steady stream of melodies. And with the beckoning of the bells came a light powder from the sky and a drop of temperature.

"Why did you do it?" His voice is sincere and completely devoid of malice. "Why did you kill my family?"

The half shaven and bruised man says nothing. This isn't the first time he's been caught and nor was he stupid enough to admit anything. After a few minutes of silence he contemplates breaking his limbs and throwing him into the river but decides against it. Too many mamono live there and might save his life.

Several more minutes pass as he finally makes it to the first post they called for help at. He drops the battered man at the door of the post and sits on him.. He looks around but finds not a soul at the station and soon goes to sleep, his prey nestled under his heft.