Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20130919213800/@comment-15792134-20131123201937

The shopkeep was looked rather annoyed by having his store smashed but otherwise kept the same bored monotone when answering Black. "Yep, that's the Fang's local captain. Didn't know his name. Look, if I knew where he was I'd tell you so you'd leave. I just run a shop and they give me protection in exchange for discounts. He's somewhere here but I don't know more than that. Now get out before I really get pissed." The shopkeep's eyes narrowed but his voice did not alter in the slightest. Though under the table his tail was lifting a handgun from his boot.

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Urdin groaned at hearing that not only were the statue and Zaffre in two different places, but they were in fact in the opposite directions.

''Why couldn't they make it easy and have them in the same room? ''Urdin stepped to the door his anger welling up slowly. He wanted nothing more then to go East, charge into the building and tear it down if he had too. But he was here on a mission. An assignment from Beacon and as such he was under the command of Melira. As much as he didn't want to, his mission had to prioritize the statue. He had to follow orders and complete his objective. He couldn't help but worry about Zaffre, Calco surely wouldn't hurt her but after all she was human; and though none of them would admit it. The White Fang were just as racist against humans as they claim humans are to them. He couldn't decide which way to go.

"Your call ma'am. Which way do we go?" He asked Melira. He hoped she would say East, but he had a feeling he was getting his hopes up for nothing. He was raised like a soldier, follow orders complete objectives. But he was training to be a Huntsman, to help those in danger. He wished the choices were as simple as right and wrong. But that was far from truth.