Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27773183-20160422130047/@comment-27922180-20160424203802

Another successful hit. A group of travellers resting. Drenens was in and out before they opened an eye. The geniuses decided to leave their helmets on while sleeping and as a safety precaution, Drenens left a decent sized dent in their skull before heading for his contact in Falkreath.

As he passed, the Argonian noticed a number of his kind leaving the Dead Man's Drink. He flipped up his hood and entered the tavern. Inside, he found nothing but a bosmer and a few of his guards. Drenens sat at the counter, ordered a drink and waited.