Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151108014005

He was on the road to Mournhold, the target for his next assignment. He found it strange that so little information had been given in the document sent to him. Perhaps someone wanted to put his reputation as "one of the finest assassins" to the test? Or maybe the case was just that whoever had sent him the document didn't really know any personal information about the assigned target.

He could feel the ash flakes against the skin on his face and pulled the hood up further. He was getting close.

"With a face like that, I would hide my appearance too", scoffed a passing Dunmer on a carriage.

Danric tried not to react to it as he entered the city gates. It was neither necessary nor worth it. He had an assignment to focus on. And the journal in his belt had many pages left to be filled...