Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150307233515/@comment-5543592-20150310210339

So, perhaps she wasn't trying to kill him, because she certainly could have. He didn't get why she needed to hold him at dagger-point, but the message was well recieved- she was on his side. He wasn't really familar with the Masked-Eyes, but they sounded legit. "Alright, just don't go throwing that name around.  For me, the law is strictly kill-on-sight."

Perdix sighed. "Look, lady, I can't be of much help.  I'm a little disgraced right now.  The guild in Cyrodiil got wiped out by watchmen, again, kill on sight.  They're a little harder on thieves there." Perdix shivered at the memory of how he got the scars. They still ached. "And, in case the ass hole you got your information from didn't tell you, they sent me here to keep me out of the way.  I'm supposed to help overthrown the priests." Which Perdix was proud of. He thought it was very noble. "Now, did you just come here to ruin my day, or did you actually have something important to say." Gone was the friendly demeanor. He felt too much pressure to keep up his easy going nature. Perdix was actually midly terrified of Jaffina. She could shatter the fragile shelter he'd recently built against the past. She could have at least done him the curtesy of easing him into what she had to say. Instead, she hit him in the face with it.