Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150208032025/@comment-32663439-20150217073628

"Literally laying ourselves out on a platter..." Kodlak grumbled to himself, so nobody could hear. He sat down on his cot, and he drew his main dagger. He quietly began to sharpen it. He wished he had Geistlig or Grektiv here. Either one's presence would definitely turn the tides of any possible attack. Unfortunately, Geistlig had said he left on an important trip, and Grektiv was heading the campaigns in Morrowind against a couple hostile Houses.

Kodlak sighed. After the blade was sharp enough to cut ebony like butter, he put it away. Even a couple high rank villfrelsers would be great. At least Reliknar had given him some new gear that he had yet to use. It'd be fun to test out on some poor fool who tried to attack Thryssa