Chapter 1

[ReaderAt2046]

Malcolm:

Malcolm heads back to the scene of the battle, accompanied by two Vorpal guards. One of the guards bends over the hazekiller.

"The Darkness is stingy tonight. This man is dead, from loss of blood it seems."

[tecslicer]

OOC: Ah, that's right, just a misting. Nevermind about the lord thing then, just call him "The Malcom"

"As you wish m'lady. If m'lady will give me a moment before she takes the lead, we'll be better able to keep a watch for her." Felt quickly searches the two downed pirates taking anything of value or note, and the better of the two cutlasses, then follows behind the lady, close enough to protect her, but far enough to whisper "What's wrong boy" to Night without the lady understanding.

(Wits check + "Observant" trait, in case you need it):

tecslicer rolled 6d6:

[dbmeboy]

Malcom hurries to rejoin Felt.