The Dauntless Rook (§.05)

Continued from §.04. After the concert had concluded, Blythe, Boyce, Kyne and Adair returned to the clerk whose visage bore the marks of considerable nervousness. "Ilhayl, my lords. I regret to inform ye there has been a theft." "What was riven?" Inquired Adair evenly. "Thy coat, my comitem." Boyce laughed, "Broadly, fortune smiles." The clerk… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.05)

The Dauntless Rook (§.04)

Continued from §.03. The man with the faded gray coat looked up from his tea to discover a thin man exiting the theatre, clad in a coat ornamented with crow feathers and a broad-brimmed cap with azure plume. He required no sketch for reference this time. After his former encounter, he knew his quarry upon… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.04)

The Dauntless Rook (§.03)

Continued from §.02. When the concierge returned to his post with Geoffrey, he found three coats hanging beside his desk. Upon checking the tags, he discovered that within each, a name had been stitched by the tailor. Blythe. Boyce. Kyne. He sent Geoffrey to scour the auditorium, but no trace of Adair's coat could be… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.03)

The Dauntless Rook (§.02)

Continued from §.01. * "Ah, we arrive at last!" Aldwyn Blythe declared with triumph as the four aristocrats reached the first floor lobby of Mazrak's Grand Theatre, which hummed with conversations and the busy footsteps of its numerous and well-heeled patrons. Oeric wasted no time in greeting the elderly clerk who stood behind a stout… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.02)