Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150407090442/@comment-29458028-20150413065205

"Of course I'm fine! Two battlemages? Pah, give me a break. They might have my skills, but they don't have my magicka or stamina" replied Francois, sweepin his messy hair out of his eyes.

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"Nice thought ... " muttered Anton, as the horses stopped outside Dawnstar. Anton got off.

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A thick tome thudded down before Ayana, before a the lady that bought the scythe was thrown onto her furnance. Thh girl was obviously dead, given that an ebony dagger stuck out of her back.

A familiar voice said "recognize your dagger? Your banish daedra tome? Or perhaps my voice?"

It was the man ... he held the scythe that Ayana made in his hand.

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(Seryio, if ya tell me which book, I can tell you the contents)