Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224030/@comment-4519373-20161217000443

/note: dear sweet baby jesus i didn't check in on time and now im paying the price with this text wall

Varyan has been uncharacteristically silent thus far - likely due to his throbbing hangover - but speaks up in a tired, frustrated tone: "Look, my job is to kill whoever you want me to kill, whenever you want me to kill them. I don't take part in the planning or the strategy. I'm a hired gun, not a hired brain. The job doesn't pay enough for that. So when you're ready for the killing to start, you know where to find me. Until then, I'm taking a siesta." Varyan then disappears into his room, where a soft thud can be heard when he collapses on the uncomfortable bedding.