Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131110205455

A sigh escaped his lips, and he finished bandaging the wound. Picking her up, he placed her on the bed, and took to the couch. He looked at her, and chuckled.

"You're a bit too good for your own wellfare, Tia. Never change, never change." Looking at his bag, the teen shook his head. He picked the backpack up, and pulled out his laptop. Opening it, he clicked on the chess icon.

Then the door opened, and a butler stepped through.

"We'll be arriving at Mistral in a couple of days. Mr. Silas has to attend a ball there. I understand that you have appropriate wear?" He asked calmly. Nox nodded, but jerked his head towards the sleeping girl.

"She'll be needing something. You have her measurments. If you have a seamstress aboard that could fashion a dress that would fit her, it would be appreciated. Thanks." With the unheard dismassal, the man left the room. Nox returned to his game, and sighed as one of his pawns took a knight.

This mission got too complicated, too quick.