Aug. 10th, 2011

8 - Action

Aug. 10th, 2011 01:07 am
thearchangel: (And not my ugly side)
[He's not worried.]

[Being worried would imply that the object of his concern couldn't take care of themselves. And nothing could be further from the truth. The other missing parties came back perfectly fine, there's no reason to assume the commander would be the sole exception.]

[But he hasn't stopped looking. Checking the place they crawled out of before -- the hole in the clothier's tower -- hunting through the keep for any place someone might be held, or something that might prove distracting. It's all futile, and somewhere along the line, he realizes he's out of the little wafers the keep's medic handed him.]

[And he... has been. For a while.]

[So he puts his plans on hold for the moment -- he'll trek his way out to the forest, and the secluded theatre later -- and makes his way to the infirmary.]

[He knocks, and waits.]



((ooc: Anyone can bump into him at any point! Before the infirmary, after, whenever!))

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