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| Topic Started: Nov 5 2016, 08:29 PM (290 Views) | |
| iceking45 | Nov 5 2016, 08:29 PM Post #1 |
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A thunderous echo traveled across a bitterly depressing Belladona. The sound of rain bringing with it a feeling of melancholy to the inhabitants of the quaint city. Maybe it was fortuitous, such a meeting to have taken place on a night like this. For it was in a bar among the many within the streets of this city that Count Leon gazed out the window as the legs of rain walked down the dirty windows. A course of events had left him contemplating many outcomes but he needed proof of the matter first. Long been had his suspicion of the Marquess developed into a festering need for answers and even more so had it proved impossible to get. The contact came as a recommendation from a close family friend and more importantly a ‘friend’ that Leon had trusted. The number of people that were worthy of that trust sadly could be counted on a single hand. Weather that was due to his own paranoia or something else he would never know. Many thoughts along those lines constantly ran through his mind driving him insane. Unlike his normal wear he had chosen something less formal and instead wore a red button down shirt with a black vest and black pants. He sipped on a cup of thistle tea to calm his nerves as he glanced at the man a few tables over. Ten feet away from where he sat was another man. Hazel eyes and perfectly gelled hair accompanied a thick primed mustache. He wore a plaid shirt of red and black tucked into a pair of brown pants. He was solidly built with broad shoulders and sizable biceps. No one at the establishment dared come near him. There he sat drinking a pint of Belladonian Ale as he waited for someone to sit at his table. This man was none other than Leon’s butler. Had been for years. The old man trusted his life to Joe Greenwalt time and time again and he nor any member of his family had ever let him down. First meetings were always difficult for the old man, they made him nervous no anxious. When you got to be his age everything became a game of subterfuge and who could notice who. Vetting people and learning about their past took time but what he needed done required some semblance of urgency and was not without its danger. Being truthful though, the request that he was about to ask he would prefer his name nowhere near it. Mt. Hakobe wouldn’t have been far enough for his liking if that lead you to how dangerous it was for him. He took in a deep breath and let out a sigh his breath fogging the glass slightly. ’I wonder what kind of person they will be.’ |
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