Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161119113716/@comment-24280666-20161123042642

"Damnit Stauntax!" Elric threw one of his daggers in rage into the head of the assassin, landing it squarely in the nose this time.

"Did you see those clothes? That would have been a score!" Elric sighed and began to search the assassin, finding a small sack of coins and a decent orcish dagger.

"Meh, I suppose this can suffice. Probably better we have a noble man to rely on later anyways. You know, for a Breton, you're not bad. Not bad at all, Stauntax." Elric laughed, pulling a vial from his pack. In the vial was a clear liquid, that seemed to not exist at all. Elric poured a tiny amount of the potion into the assassin's mouth, causing it to seemingly dissappear.

"That should keep that side of things alright for a while. Let's return to our nature appreciation, shall we?" Elric smiled, glad this newfound companion wasn't too much of a hardass.