Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-24760123-20150324235935

The Night Before...

Dvorak woke up to two Morag tong agents standing over him.

The halfbreed instinctively grabbed his sword before he remembered why they were here.

"Ah, about time."

"Are you Dvorak?"

"Yes."

"You had a contract for us?"

"Yes, I need you to kill..."

Dvorak took a deep breath.

"...Davilen Sadryn, the lord high councillor of Redoran."

"That's a tall order. You have the payment?"

Dvorak pulled out a Nordic helmet, forged with Quicksilver and Ebony.

"That will work, anything else?"

"Yes, bring me his signet ring as proof of his death when you kill him."

"Very well."

Present Day

Dvorak was smiling as he looked around at the landscape.