Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-29559990-20150927030353

Ja'Keil sat in a corner of the inn, inspecting every patron that waltzed in and out. He was sizing them up. Trying to find the best one to deal with this Orish menace.

''Let's see... Nah, too short... too fat... too Lizardy... hmmm... aha!''

Ja'Keil's eyes came to rest on the breton man. The man from Windhelm and Riften! Yes, Ja'Keil knew this man! And if memory served, which it always did, this one was Half-God! The power to smite enemies was in his bloodline!

"And so, opportunity once again hands itself to Ja'Keil, on a silver platter!" He snickered to himself, before hopping up from his chair with joy. "You there! Breton!" He called out to him as he approached.