Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150121033507/@comment-25127382-20150124205331

The Fox and the Wolf were walking around on the deck. They were chatting in a low tone, though not in a whisper, as they cared not whether they were heard or not.

"Direct assault against a clan of Vampire Lords seems a bit... reckless." The Fox said.

"And what would you suggest?" The Wolf asked her.

"Remember that noblemen in Wayrest two and a half years ago? The one with the mercenaries?"

"Ah yes, the frame job, a classic!" The Wolf replied. "Frame the enemy, and let someone else deal with them, while you simply wait until the enemy falls, and then sneak in and reap the fruit, or in our case, anything of value."

"Thieves must be cunning to survive, which is why so many thieves fail, but not us."

"Cunning as a Khajiit, crazy as a fox." The Wolf replied.

"Truer words have yet to spoken."