Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4029377-20141113221003/@comment-28917471-20141115123146

OOC: It's my turn now...

The Upperhive seemed to be lively as usual, the middle-class people and the upper-class nobility were working for the sake of the Hive-City, some were tried to catch the window of opportunities. But all that didn't bother the wanderer, the rogue was straying through the street. His black-leathered overall seemed as something that was made of the finest materials, yet it was stained and ragged. The citizens tried to avoid the wanderer, as he walked through the street.

His pace was fast, but he was not running. He could be pursued, yet there was no sight of his pursuers. He man decided to turn right to the dark alley, in hope to remain hidden. There, in the Darkness he felt safe.

He took a piece of broken glass, came closely to a lamp that was hanging on a wall, and took a look on his face. He haven't seen that face in a while, his beard started growing hairy, as well as his hair on top of his head. The man took out his dagger and began slowly to shave himself, until his beard was no more, and his hair was shorter.

When done, the man began to walk the dark alley. Heavy thoughts were bothering him, he was concerned with his career, with what his partners could do to him if he were to be found. He felt betrayed, yet he had to redeem himself in the eyes of his office. It was either death or damnation, though Reynard had hopes that redemption was one of his choices.

He kept on walking...