Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20130919213800/@comment-5290299-20140206002808

"Why do you think I am waiting here?" Zaffre answered Black's anxiousness. She watched the butler and grabbed Black's hand. "Be quiet, no matter what, and trust me." Her eyes were focused o nthe Butler, watching him as she followed behind, making sure he couldn't detect either her or Black. They followed him down the alleyway's, though making sure to be one wall behind. Once they arrive at the abandoned building, Zaffre could only gulp. What if Black was right? Zaffre shook her head. No, he has an ulterior motive. Slowly they crept inside.

Zaffre's eyes widen as the butler placed the cloak on the altair. This place, was it a funeral hall? "I see...that must have been Raleigh's cloak." She didn't know much, but the way Urdin said her name and how close he was to the item, she should have known earlier.

"Black. You need to trust me and do exactly what I say. Do I have your trust?" She hoped she was quiet enough, though she doubted she could have been seen or heard, given they were still near the doors and whispering.