by The Kingpin » Wed Sep 10, 2008 1:21 am
Drake walked around the grounds, jumping from shadow to shadow until he reached the lake. he looked at his reflection in the water. he sighed. same old same old. life alone was boring as ever, and even moreso when the option was there to break that, though impossible. he contemplated the thought of moving in with Nyx and the group permanently. but then what would happen if his survival was to be discovered? the thought didn't last long though. with the way things had been completely obliterated in his warehouse, and how low level a job was done on Mosrek, there was no current hint to his being alive. for now, nobody could possibly know he hadn't died unless they were among Brimstone, or the group, both of which he had full confidence in not to betray him. sighing, he headed back for the mansion, seeing as there was nothing else of interest outside. perhaps he could play the Piano to amuse himself temporarily...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG