#amarosc

after tearing through every facet of the grand viridian that he possibly could as if his necklace was simply dropped or taken by one of the dozens of blood bags that woke up alongside clan solune in the early morning, roland's mind eventually went back to his riddle. the only thing he thinks it can mean so far is blood. after racking his brain, he decided that looking around lakeview made the most sense. upon entry to the hospital, he descends to the basement where some vampires get their fix in a much more clinical setting than roland's ever been interested in. while he's not expecting to simply happen upon imani's necklace, there is a small part of him that yearsn for it to be that easy. at the very least, he hopes to find some sort of hint.

his nose leads him to the room where unused bags of blood must be stored and he's in the middle of attempting to pick the lock when he hears footsteps in the coridor. hopeful that a nurse that would be easily swayed to use her id badge to let him in the room is approaching, roland is instead met with a familiar face when he turns his head and drops his hands from the doorframe in front of him. amaros, leader of the merfolk. the very town council member that roland had tried to wean information from for clan solune all those weeks ago. he's not sure how much the other man remembers of the night, because he was rather drunk... and he's hoping they can avoid discussing it altogether. as long as the merfolk doesn't hold a grudge, that is. ❝ my riddle led me here. are you following yours or are the search parties already making their rounds? ❞