Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-24141785-20150607110448

"So let me just reaccount everything you told me..." Iylair started, "You love killing shit?"

Iylair decided it was time and brought our her ebony machete, "See this blade? This blade has carved through steel and flesh time and time again." She spoke in the same tone as the nord, almost nearly mocking her.

She wasn't a bitchy, uptight posh girl; she was a killer at heart. She didn't care for that sort of thing, as could be told by the light dirt on her face. She was just as used to upclose combat as she was sliting throats.

She spoke again, just before Helena could reply, "I never said I was a farmer..."