Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20181210221445/@comment-7262318-20181226173318

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” The Breton laughed at Varun.

“Well, i don’t want to... do the job inhumanely,” The Orc said.

“If you’re so concerned about inhumane acts, why are you helping this guy wipe out Skyrim?” Baros asked.

“Well, uh....” Gurlok seemed stumped.

“Don’t let them get in your head, just end it...” The Breton sighed.

“Well... I mean he has a point...” Gurlok frowned,

“Have you ever met a Nord? Trust me, they don’t care much for you..,” The Breton said. “You shouldn’t care about them either...”

“But this all seems like a little much doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know, I just want to- ghgh!” The Bretons retort was But off by two massive paws wrapping around his throat and slamming his face against the wall, Rendering him unconscious. No one knew or saw where he came from, as he appeared behind the Bretom like a shadow. What they did know, was that he was there now.

“What the...” Gurlok gasped at the sudden appearance of the man. He turned his staff towards the figure, but he was cut off by the hilt of altmers sword clonking him on the back of the head, rendering him unconscious and sending him down to the floor.

“It’s about goddamn time you showed... I was thinking you ran out,” The altmer laughed.

“I got caught up,” The Nightingale said plainly, before turning his attention to the group. “Are you injured?”