Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150214131106/@comment-29458028-20150215105144

"Well, you firstly assume I am part of the Lost Legion. No, I worked with them before, but I am not part of them per se. I'm just a normal man who happens to follow a different ideology" spat Raphael into the man's face.

"Secondly, I don't give a fuck if Fenrir killed two peasants, two generals, two elder council or even two bloody emperors. He just killed two people. Not my concern. If anyone comes here for war, though, I'll pay them back."

Raphael let go of the rope, then tied it to a bracket in the wall. The assassin's head was submerged in the water. Raphael emptied all the pockets of the assassin, checking every location he could hide things, before incinerating his body with plasma magic.

Remillia walked towards her destination. She was headed for Nightgate inn, on her way from Windhelm to Whiterun. She wanted a rest stop badly. She heard there was an inn along the way.

When she arrived, Remillia saw a couple of Imperials attacking a pair of men. She sighed and went to hide behind some bushes, to observe what was going on, yet stay hidden.