Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150227203205/@comment-29559990-20150301022657

~ Timeskip ~

"You FAILED me?" Athorian barked, enraged. He, Mongo, and two guards were heading back to Athorian's quarters.

"Unfortunately, yes." Mongo sighed. "In our defense, he's simply not human. He instantly heals from any harm and he's the quickest and strongest man I've ever seen. I think that it would be best to simply leave him alone and move..."

"NO!" Athorian raged as he entered the room. "He's a liability, a killer, and a threat to all of us. I need to make sure he dies."

"Yes, you should." Another voice rang out.

"Who the hell..." Athorian started, turning his head towards the opposite side of the room. There, a Khajiit in a midnight-black trench coat sat, cleaning up one of his sais. To his right, there was another innocent-looking Khaijiit dawning a set of fur armor.

"How did you get in here?!" Athorian screeched, startled a bit.

"I have my ways..." The Khajiit replied.

"Guards! End him!" Athorian cried.

The two guards made a move for the cat, but in a few quick motions, the cat lodged a throwing knife into one of their knee caps, and had swiped another off of his feet by lodging a chained kunai (like scorpion's) into him and pulling tightly.

"Why rush to violence, hm? You haven't even heard my offer yet." The Khajiit said simply.

"I don't want to hear it! You trespass here, and you will..."

"Be willing to help you with a problem involving a large, quick-healing nord who's beaten your 2nd in command on more than one occasion?" The Khajiit finished his sentence.

Athorians mouth hung open a bit. "How do you know..."

"I know a lot of things about a lot of people, High Elf." The Khajiit interrupted. "And I know how to dispose of your problem. I could have that Nord dead, disposed of, and out your hair within a week. All I need is a little bit... or a large amount of gold, and he's as good as dead."

Athorian considered it for a moment and said. "Fine. Kill him, bring me his corpse, and you will find a good amount of gold waiting for you. Now get out!"

The Khajiit nodded, and he was gone. Headed for Whiterun.

"You caved so easily." Mongo noted.

"He won't succeed." Athorian replied. "I just humored him."