Private Tales Finesse

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
It was hard to walk fast with a bound leg but somehow Trix was making good enough time even over the rocks and pebbles of the riverbed. She put a hand under Rafael's elbow when she reached him and all but hurled him along without breaking a step.

"There's a Great House involved. We need to move," and maybe track that lead. She glanced down once more to the emblem in her hand. She'd nearly missed the jacket it had been attached too entirely, had only stopped because she had recognised the elaborate braiding as that of a Dreadlord.

"Do you recognise the name A&R Enterprises?"