Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150109200212/@comment-29559990-20150118033213

(No, he's in the room.)

The voice did not rattle The Nord. Instead, he simply turned to Mioshe.

"You think I need you're money, Redguard?!" He snorted. "No, when Bishop assumes his mommies title, I'm gonna be WALLOWING in Septims! Now, I want Maven's empire to crumble. You could just, walk away and stop all of this now..."

"That's not gonna happen, worm!" Borskar snapped. "We're too loyal to miss Black Briar for that."

"LOYAL?!" The Nord scoffed. The heat was beginning to pick up. "Don't play daft, Borskar, you know they wouldn't be here if it weren't for the pay. Hell, you're not even loyal to her! You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Hesca..."

There was a moment of silence besides the cackling and sizzling of the fire. Borskar's face grew even angrier. He ripped his axe free and marched towards them, until The Nord took his sword and stuck it out at Borskar, keeping him at bay.

Then the Nord began to do something unexpected; He began to hum a song. No one knew what the song was, but Borskar seem to knew. His face grew redder and his hands on the axe started to tremble in rage, but the wrong move could mean his death and Mavens.

However, the Nord had taken his eyes off maven and the rest of the group. He was open to an attack.