Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20130919213800/@comment-15792134-20140206011012

Urdin stirred momentarily. He felt dizzy and his head was throbbing. He reached up and touched his head, a feat that was hard to do. His body felt weighed down and sluggish. He blinked several times before he could get his bearings. He tried to remember where he was. He recalled having left the Leroux house, and that Zaffre had some kind of panic attack. Then he was talking with.

''Servus that treacherous bastard! ''Urdin shouted in his head as he tried to stand up, but imediatly fell back in his seat.

"There there now Master Meadows. It's not polite to stand during service." Servus remarked, his head still down. Urdin wanted nothing more then to tear his wretched toungue out. But currently he had no way of hoping to fight him.

"Where are we?" Urdin groaned, his throat was dry and coarse.

"At a funeral. The funeral you refused to attend two years ago. I thought that since you were so busy then, that I'd give you the chance to pay your respects today." The butler said in a hushed voice. Yet his malice was ever clear in his voice. Urdin didn't respond. But glanced around the large chapel like space trying to find an escape. Servus stood with a heavy mournful sigh.

"Would you like to pay respect to the deceased?" Servus said with a sneer. His usual smile was gone, replaced with a frown of contempt. The butler held out a hand to assist the boy who, not knowing of any other way out took it and stood. He hoped he could at least buy time for whatever effects he was under to wear off.