Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-4964060-20140619222641

(Sol) I scoffed at the deformed Mutt before patting my steed on the side, ordering it to march on. I had sent my Sister back to the Guild to dig through the files we had in hopes of finding the brand we had uncovered yesterday. The news she had delivered to me about the Guild was troubling to say the very least. The Guild I worked for - The Black Jackals - had lost a large amount of it's members throughout the years. Some had died, but most had simply left the Guild in search of more profitable endeavors. Even so, we still held a small pocket of Southern hamlets and cities in the palm of our hand, pulling strings and taking funds from the unsuspecting populace.

"We move for the Shadowfall Mountains," I called back to my comrades. "We have already wasted enough time."