Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-4681758-20140311141826

As Ciarán started towards the roof to pray, he received a message on his Scroll from someone he expected to hear from for awhile now.

Must be the shoddy reception between here and Vale.

"From: Rose

''Ciarán, I can buy you 48 hours before they start asking what happened to you. Have fun with whatever it is you're doing that's so important you couldn't tell your best friend about it. Oh, and please try not to die. If something happened to you, I'd have no one to play with :(''

Love,

Rose"

"To: Rose

''Thanks, Rose. I'll do my best to survive. I'll see you in a few days."''

"Thank God I have her to cover for me."

Silver walked backed into the mansion's bar, and stared down his uncle for a moment.

"All right, ye win old man.  Where's the damned taffy?!"

"I'm holding onto it fer now.  Think of it as incentive for ye not to die during the trip."

"Devil curse ye, ye are a crafty son of a bitch..."

"Years of practice, lad.  Years of practice."