Nosferatus Family/Abbot/Roleplay2

Big rumors usually spread fast. However, most of them turned out to bogus. This evening, a young lad arrived from Candiels to confirm one of them, of being true.

Huffing and puffing, he and his horse came to halt in a small town in Lugagun. He dismounted his horse and entered a fancy and famous brothel amongst traveling nobles. He ran inside, straight towards a well sized bearded old gentlemen. gained his breath he excused him self and went straight to his report

"A new nobleman arrived at the docks in Candiels."

Abbot, obviously drunk, threw one of the girls from his lap.

"WHO are yie!"

He tried to stand up and almost managed to draw his sword but the other girl was so intoxicated her self that she passed out on his enormous belly. For a while, Abbot wrestled for breath between her bosom as he tried to continue his tyranny of treats.

This moment allowed the messenger to actually finish his sentence.

"From the house of Agenor, Sir"

A clearly disrupted and surprised face emerged from the enormous bosom of the unconscious wench.

"What?! Agenor?"

Abbot finally manged to get the women of of him. He tried to stand up leaning against a wall close by. When he regained his vision he looked back at the messenger with his short Sabre drawn.

"You better speak the truth peasant! or I'll cut of that little tongue of yours so you may never speak such lies again!"

The rest of the costumers nor the wenches of the brothel didn't seem to bother the quarrel at all, they seemed not surprised by the behavior of Abbot. The messenger became visibly anxious, even to the drunk fat noblemen in front of him. He cleared his throat an continued.

"Sir, he's a direct decedent of Leon, it's his youngest son, Luan he came from the west M'lord, I've been sent by officials from Lady Kyra of Candiels Sir, that's where I got the horse."

He stopped for a moment.

"They said it was important...." The messenger covered his head with his hands immediately after finishing his sentence in fear of possible repercussion.

instead, Abbot just looks intoxicated at the floor, mumbling in him self. The messenger slowly regains a more confident posture as he notices the nobleman didn't kill him.

"mhh... you can go, ye did well, here"

Abbot grasped a waitress passing by to serve a table next to his. She gave a short scream but quickly cooperated with the strong hands of this most special costumer.

"Enjoy your self one my wenches!"

Abbot returned to his seat and thought deeply about what consequences this news might have.