Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151110010815

Danric scoured the western wall, keeping a lookout if anyone came out running. Nothing about this assignment had gone the way it was supposed to, and instead he had killed a lot of people undeserved of his life-smothering hands. He had come to the conclusion that this Dunmer maid clearly wasn't worth his time, but even so he needed the gold. Enough blood had been spilled for the night. Maybe it was for the best that he simply brought her with him? Bring her with him to the place mentioned in the assignment document so that the client could get his or her own hands dirty for once in a while.

Myvryna didn't dare to stay in the building. There were people lying dead upstairs and on top of it all it seemed like the masked assailant had an interest in seeing her dead as well. Would the household hold her responsible for the guards' death and the demise of lord Redoran if she ran? She just knew that if she didn't, she would most likely end up just as dead. And she had no intention of joining their ranks just yet.

She made her choice and darted out into the milky mist of Mournhold.