Nebula Gravis
04-06-2012, 01:06 AM
Zackwell saunters along to the small building on the outskirts of the city.
He prepares to knock hard on the great wooden door, quite aware that to get a cart at this hour would require every last ounce of gold he owned...
But, revenge like this is a very important thing for Zackwell.
It wasn't so much a desire, so much as a principle.
After all, if everyone thought they could just poison him and get away with it, what kind of mercenary would he be?
As his fist makes contact with the great slab, he cries out.
"Eeeey! Old man you th-" He stops as the door creaks open.
He peers inside.
"Cristoph? You in here...?"
He steps into the dark room. All that can be seen is a small bed, a chair and a desk.
All that sits on the desk is a ledger of journeys that have been made.
He checks the ledger, looking to see if he was out on a journey already.
"Nupe... Nothing..." He sighs heavily. "Well where the hell could he be, the old man?"
Zackwell slumps into the chair before taking a swig from his flask.
He prepares to knock hard on the great wooden door, quite aware that to get a cart at this hour would require every last ounce of gold he owned...
But, revenge like this is a very important thing for Zackwell.
It wasn't so much a desire, so much as a principle.
After all, if everyone thought they could just poison him and get away with it, what kind of mercenary would he be?
As his fist makes contact with the great slab, he cries out.
"Eeeey! Old man you th-" He stops as the door creaks open.
He peers inside.
"Cristoph? You in here...?"
He steps into the dark room. All that can be seen is a small bed, a chair and a desk.
All that sits on the desk is a ledger of journeys that have been made.
He checks the ledger, looking to see if he was out on a journey already.
"Nupe... Nothing..." He sighs heavily. "Well where the hell could he be, the old man?"
Zackwell slumps into the chair before taking a swig from his flask.