Shady

Pratik wished Utrid was as stupid as Tarr. Or, at least, wished that he'd actually bothered to think up a strong alibi before he came in. He'd been banking on ...

“I didn’t see anything,” Pratik murmured, keeping his gaze lowered. He was intently watching the sword in case Utrid decided to do something they’d both come to regret, but he ...

Pratik took a deep breath, assessing his options in an instant. He wanted to talk his way out of this mess. He needed to talk his way out of this ...

Suddenly, Pratik very much wished Utrid was like Tarr and refused to speak to slaves. He didn’t like this attention. “I— he said something about—“ Pratik didn’t know Tarr well ...

Fuuuuuck. He didn’t want to throw anyone else under the bus. He didn’t even want to imagine what would happen to that poor sod. But he’d do it if it ...

Pratik had managed to get the door opened, barely, before getting accosted. He took a deep breath, stomach lurching. Of all the people who could have caught him, Utrid was ...

( :o plot twist) Shit! Pratik hastily put the drawer back together exactly how it had been before and pushed it back in. Shit, shit, shit, shit Pratik glanced back ...

(Do you mean like slaves or like bribes to his counts?) Pratik furrowed his brow slightly as he looked at it. He held the false bottom with both hands, being ...

(Sweet!) Pratik wrinkled his nose as he thumbed through the pages. In any other circumstance, he might have enjoyed happening upon this cursed booklet. As it was, he wanted as ...

(Oop I did not make that clear. Yeah he’s gonna look. If it really is spicy he’ll just thumb through it quickly. Did you have anything in mind for it ...

Pratik looked at the bottle, contemplating helping himself. After all, no one knew he was here, so no one would know who had taken it. Assuming Tarr even noticed in ...

(That’s good to know! He’d definitely look for that haha) Pratik pulled open the unlocked drawer, but his gaze was on the top of the desk as he did so, ...

Pratik nodded to himself, repeating the information in his head to be sure it stuck. Shepard. Month. Eastern wall at changing guard. Lacking crops. He chewed on his bottom lip. ...

Pratik glanced up, assessing the room yet again. Some may call it paranoia, but it was what had kept him alive this long. He looked back at the letter and ...

Pratik took a moment to memorize the key details, then set the letter down at the exact same angle he’d picked it up at. Then he looked at the next.