Brewing Trouble
Feb 22, 2014 15:48:29 GMT -5
Post by NPC Knight on Feb 22, 2014 15:48:29 GMT -5
Royce Peveril was quiet, dark and small man. Most would not have pegged him to be a knight of the realm based on appearance alone. "Aren't you a bit short to be a knight?" was a common, if derisive, query sent his way more often than he cared to admit. Yet, he always made them pay for their underestimation. Small he may be, but he was deadly quick and struck when one was least expecting it. When one mixed in the unremarkable features, he blended into a crowd of commoners as easily as bird joined a flock.
That was the very quality he took advantage of, especially in the now teeming streets of Twinport. Courtiers, merchants, servants and other commoners were going this way and that. Some were wandering the manner of visitor while others were moving with hurried purpose. Royce, with his simple clothing and hooded features, managed a successful blend of both. He had just recently finished an important bit of business in a nearby inn. The woman had been found and properly taken care of. Lord Peveril would be most pleased.
Now, he was making his way throughout several stables in the city, gathering critical pieces of information from each. The mental list was growing lengthy, but he had no problems keeping track. When he finally made it back to his own lodgings that evening, he penned a quick and simple letter to his lord. It was written in code that simply stated...
"The woman and the horses have been found. All is proceeding as planned."
Unless, of course, Lord Peveril indicated otherwise...
Lord Richard Peveril
That was the very quality he took advantage of, especially in the now teeming streets of Twinport. Courtiers, merchants, servants and other commoners were going this way and that. Some were wandering the manner of visitor while others were moving with hurried purpose. Royce, with his simple clothing and hooded features, managed a successful blend of both. He had just recently finished an important bit of business in a nearby inn. The woman had been found and properly taken care of. Lord Peveril would be most pleased.
Now, he was making his way throughout several stables in the city, gathering critical pieces of information from each. The mental list was growing lengthy, but he had no problems keeping track. When he finally made it back to his own lodgings that evening, he penned a quick and simple letter to his lord. It was written in code that simply stated...
"The woman and the horses have been found. All is proceeding as planned."
Unless, of course, Lord Peveril indicated otherwise...
Lord Richard Peveril