Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-25038310-20150607143843

Jon cautiously followed the cultist, leaving Cheydinhal castle behind him for the time being. He had no time to say goodbye to the people he met, nor did he see the need to. He would come back regardless.

When he finally caught up to the priest, he poked his dagger in the man's side, so he could feel the sharp point of the weapon. He threw an arm around his shoulder as if he was a friend, so people wouldn't get suspicious.

"One fucking word and I'll cut you so deep you'll see your own guts spilling out on the cobblestones on the ground," He whispered.

"I have a few.. questions regarding you and your cult's rise, so to say."

Jon glanced around, before noticing an alleyway next to the street they were walking on.

''"Left, to that alleyway. No sudden movements or I'll cut your neck until I feel bone." ''He said, poking his dagger further in the man's robes.