Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191210022242

It was evident that the guards had no clue of 'The Steed' alias, and this only heightened the tension. A poor choice of words.

"No one here goes by that name! Turn back now!" The guard persisted, Torsten knew they had to come up with a lie sooner rather than later.

"We're correspondents from Davon's Watch! The city is in desperate need for supplies, and we've been sent here to barter with the homeowner."

This time, the guards looked at each other, intrigue by Torsten's words before one of them spoke up again.

"Barter? Where's your caravan, then?"

Torsten stayed silent. He had to improvise, as usual.

"R-right this way, down by the road. Could you care to accompany the both of us? Just so you two can make sure we're not lying or anything."

That seemed to do the trick. The guards sheared their weapons and began to follow Torsten and Aetheon to their 'caravan'. It was part of the Nord's ploy to lure them away from the mansion's entrance and to knock them out. Once they were at a safe distance from the mansion, Torsten abruptly stopped.

"Sorry for this."

Torsten drew his shield, and bashed one of the guard across their head, knocking him out immediately. His partner quickly drew his weapon, knowing they had been set up, and immediately swung his blade at Aetheon first.