Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150921221737/@comment-29559990-20150926041118

Vordel was leaning against the side of the stables, smoking his pipe and trying to relax. His moment of zen was soon interrupted, however, by the voice of Kazrris.

"You alright?" Kaz asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Vordel said. "A little tired, but nothing too bad..."

"Ah," Kaz nodded, taking a spot next to him.

"So... Vord, I gotta ask a question..."

"Shoot."

"It's about that raid you and the Argonian went on not too long ago..."

"What about it?"

Kazrris sighed. "Vord, when you came back, you were drenched in blood. Especially on your arms... and mouth."

Vordel froze.

"Did you...?"

"I..." Vordel started. "I think... I think I did... Z said I just went with the axe, but... but I blacked out..."

Kazrris stood there in silence for a moment, looking up into the Whiterun sky as if it were to provide an answer. "Vord..."

"I know," Vordel finished. "I know... I've got 'em under control. I think. Maybe he just needed to vent. I probably won't be seeing him again for a while..."

"Is that a risk you can afford?" Kazrris asked. "That thing could try to pop out at any moment, you know? What if that happens when the groups around? What if that happens when... when she's around?"

"It won't."

"But..."

"I said it won't," Vordel growled.

The both of them continued to stand there in silence, Kazrris staring intently at the open field ahead of him, and Vordel continuing to smoke.

"Can I least offer some advice?" Kazrris finally said.

"I guess..."

Kaz turned to the Dark Elf. "If you're gonna fuck her, choose your venues better. I could hear that shit through the walls..."

Vordel sighed. "Go to fucking hell."