Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-24510587-20150924161728

In the Grinning Sabre Tooth tavern, it was a busy evening. Patrons laughed, drank and played card games. In the back, a shady figure dressed in simple clothing sat at a table. A reveler told a joke to his friends, and they all burst out in hysterical laughter.

With all the activity going on, no one payed much attention to the man that just entered the tavern. It was a Bosmer, wearing a long black coat, walking with a cane sporting simple but elegant decorations. He was tall for a Bosmer, lean too. In general, he looked like he was well-mannered and rich.

The figure walked over to the barkeeper and asked him something undiscernable. The barkeeper nodded towards the man sitting in the back. The Bosmer thanked him, and walked over to the table of the shady person and sat down.

"I take it you are Veraius?" The Bosmer asked. The Imperial looked up. "I am, yes," the Imperial said grumpily. "Who's askin'?" As he looked up, it became apparent to the Bosmer that Veraius' eyes were glowing orange. "Then you are the one I'm looking for," he said.

Veraius realised the situation, stood up, and started walking to the exit in a hurried pace. However, before he could get away, the Bosmer pulled the handle off his cane, revealing a slender blade that was concealed in it. In one lightning-fast motion, he drew the blade and stabbed it between Veraius' shoulders. Veraius let out an inhuman shriek, before falling to his knees. As he died, his eyes stopped glowing.