Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26535281-20170101201843/@comment-26005135-20170105035702

Wiltun leaned back in his chair. It was odd, really. Ice spells and fire magic and order and chaos and who-knows-what was the same, and everything he got in his paperwork was new. He'd read that rune book three times in his spare time, but he only had time to hear each report once before having to write it down. He contemplated going for a walk on the rooftops, but without stealing. Then again, he was an outlaw with a price on his head. Going for a walk on the rooftops could be a bad idea since the - what was that sound? Metal boots and the clanking of armor? Wiltun goes to the window above the door, the one he could see but not be seen out of. Uh oh. The guards!

The guards had found his 'office'! A pity. He was really starting to like the place. Well, time to leave. Personal possessions? Check. All the paperwork? Check. Lit torch over there? Check. Let's go.

As the guards smashed the door open and walked in, they failed to see a lone figure with a backpack leave through the top window and drop a torch on the ground in front of the door, letting it go out as a false lead. Wiltun had never been caught, and he intended to keep it that way.