Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151216005727/@comment-29559990-20151218022148

"So, can we go and find this Dro'Zahn guy now?" Kazrris groaned. "I found the guy, and I wanna get paid!"

"You will recieve payment, mercenary, just be.... patient...."

The old warrior trailed off as he got a good look at Kazrris's face, and realized that he was staring into a face that exactly resembled Ja'Kol's. "You... look like Ja'Kol...."

"Yeah, we noticed it back in there," Vordel chuckled.

Ri'Sava's eyes widened, looking like a moment of realization had washed over him. He walked calmly up to the Khajiit and instructed him "Roll up your sleeve."

"Why?" Kazrris arched an eyebrow.

"Do it!" Ri'Sava boomed, and Kaz took a few steps back as the sudden outburst had startled him.

"Alright, sheesh!" He rolled his eyes, before tugging his sleeve up his arm until he hit shoulder. "Now what, your lord royal..."

Kaz was silenced by Ri'Sava agressively grabbing his limb and analyzing his forearm, searchinf for something. His eyes scaned up and down and his hands rotated the limb, until he came to a spot. In all that black fur, there was a lone white spot in the center of his forearm, shaped much like a comma and sticking out like a sore thumb.

"The mark..." Ri'Sava said, the air being taken from his lungs...

"Uhm... yeah... it's white..." Kaz shrugged. He had had that thing since he was a cub, he didn't see the big deal about it.

"I think he's just getting old, Ri. The fur's just turnign white..."

"I'm only 27!" Kaz protested.

"You're old," Vordel replied.

"You're older then me, dumbass!" Kaz laughed in reply. Ri'Sava continued to stare at the spot in bewilderment...