Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160803073656/@comment-13488655-20160807064416

"Oh... So you're police... I'm sorry. I had just chased a man  who came out of the sewer, cursing his head off about his jacket or something. I thought since you came up minutes later that you were in league with him." The old man replied as he lowered his arms and stood down, seeing that in this case he was in the wrong. He stood now just a few feet away from the girls in the courtyard of a grand house, very old fassioned and wellkept in appearance.

Zala examined the elderly man's appearance. He was quite muscular for a man of his age. His back was straight, a medal was pinned onto his chest and a worker's ID card in the chest pocket of his suit. He was military, and most likely the person incharge of looking after the house. A custodian of sorts. One that apparently had a scuffle with the bomber.