Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190305185314/@comment-32932951-20190306024019

Diavolo was waiting patiently in the attic of The Bannered Mare. He had made sure, that no one knew where he was. Every single trace he made had been erased with pristine precision. No traces of him existed. There was a few execptions, but they were neigh impossible to know about unless you met his daughter.

He shuffled in place. It got cold up here, but the tempature meant absoultely nothing to him. Nothing would deter him from striving toward and completeing his goal. Pretty fancy suit he was wearing https://imgur.com/DQ7hbca. Always looked quite snazzy in his shadow form.

All this man was doing was waiting. Waiting for a group of people to arrive in the city that is.