Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150917105001/@comment-29559990-20150926023152

Ja'Keil sat smugly in the inn, leaning back in his chair after another hard days work of pickpocketing and theivery. He'd need to find a fence soon, however. His pockets were getting too full.

Everything was going fine for the Khajiit, until the doors to the Bannered Mare flung open. It was a little startling, but Ja'Keil paid no attention to it. What did catch his attention, however, was a familiar pair of orcish boots making their way across the wooden floor and towards the bar.

"Honningbrew. 2 bottles," Duraak demanded, to which the bartender hastily fetched the mead.

Ja'Keil, on the other hand, now wore a look of fear and dread. Acting now on instinct, Ja'Keil quietly crept towards his room, making sure every step was too soft to hear. Thankfully, he was able to duck into his room without the Orc noticing him...

"Ja'Keil is tired of this!" He silently hissed to himself. "The orc is becoming too much of a pain... Ja'Keil must rid himself of him. Yes! Rid himself of this burden once and for all..."

"But how?" He asked himself. "Ja'Keil is no warrior. And the orc is not to be persauded. Ja'Keil could run, but Ja'Keil is growing weary of running..."

He looked down into his hands, gazing into the glint of the golden coins and jewelry that he had taken off the unsuspecting. "Ah... but there a Warriors for the buying, no? Surely, ones that could dispose of him..."