Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160621201137

(It doesn't make up for an abismal season.)

"What should we do, then? Let him be killed?", the dunmer slammed his hands together in frustration.

"No, Balin is smart. He knows that we are still in the city... Where are the others?", Fiandrael shook her head. Her eyes, the only part of her body that was visible inside that weird robe, clearly filled with anger.

"Meeting spot, I'll take you there.", Azaron indicated the path with his head and started leading the fellow elf away from the ship.

...

Balin had managed to kill 4 of the 6 guards down below, all by himself. The Overseer clearly started to fear for his own life and shouted words of aid to whoever was above them at the main deck.

Balin knew that fighting was useless and he remembered something that Fiandrael told him earlier that day. It was then that another 4 guards charged into the sickbay, only this time they seemed well prepared...carrying crossbows.

"Why are you smiling, Overseer? You just got 4 of your men killed... Are you willing to bet a few more of them?", the guards' blood dripped from the tip of Balin's sword onto the wooden floor.

"Well, this time it is a safe bet, Toreau! I've never seen anyone deflecting bolts from such short distance... Are you willing to bet your life that I still won't see such marvelous event?", the malicious smirk on the man's face was nauseating and infuriating.

Balin almost decided to test his own swordskills just to take the smile from the weird looking man's mouth, but ultimately decided against it and dropped his sword to the ground.

"Fair enough.", he let out.

"Take him away, boys. The stinkiest and dirtiest cell you can find, I'm sure our Lord won't mind!", the Overseer laughed and his men laughed along as they led the heir of Farrun out of the ship.