Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140217182232/@comment-5290299-20140220151701

Medea was silent. This Harbringer was smart. Most mercs would just accept the job once they saw the pay, but here he was being nosy and asking the right questions. Even better he sounded like a young man, not even in his prime. Medea narrowed her eyes, fingers drumming on the arm rest of her chair. She had to be clever to clear suspicion.

"Yes well....I have done a bit of investigation...into mu husband's death. I don't want to risk it, but i beleive...that SHE might have been involved." Medea smircked, continuing the poor pity me act. "You see, my husband was kind to her, and he honestly trie dot help her. I recall seeing them at a warehouse before his passing, the same one they were both at earlier in the day. THe minute she came home is when I caought wind of the warehouse bruning. Her face was pale. I think....it might have been an accident. Problem child she is, I still beleive in that girl. Can you help me, Mr. Harbringer, and bring her home? I want to talk to her and tell her if she was responsible, I won't hold it against her. Years go by, people die everyday. The hatred I have felt for her is gone."