Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161220223826

"I understand that the Cobra's presence in the birds' nest seem to make the bird paranoic.", the Prince once again shrugged and joked regarding the families' sigils, "Even one in my situation..."

He chuckled and nodded towards the cane resting beside him.

"Yes, it seems I cannot find the permit...", Bedivere sighed, looking truly sad, "Luckily enough, I have this!"

The moustached breton unsheathed his sword and was about to cut the soldier in half when blood splashed all over his face. The guard was a few centimeters taller than Bedivere and when the man choked on his own blood, some of it was sent straight onto the pessimistic knight.

Surprised by the fact that the man had been killed before he could strike, Bedivere realized the reason to it: a sharp arrow lodged itself into the guard's throat, signaling that the defenders of Northpoint were under attack...and not only by the so called 'Daggerfall Renegades'.

"I knew we could trust you, Percy...", Tristan muttered to himself and chuckled as he unsheathed his own blade and joined Bedivere's side.