Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150404005102/@comment-24736819-20150430205112

Izzad sat on the otherside.

"You can't be that big of a fool to believe that I has any connection to this Pale Man of stories. No, I deal with humans or any other real beings that are worth dealing.", the argonian started.

"A few weeks ago someone came to me, directly to me deep within the Ratways. Something that isn't done easily, if I might add...This person, whom I can't identify even if I wanted, managed to kill my two guardians by the door before sneaking into my room unnoticed ~another great deed~ and called for me from the dark corners of my own home.", he paused for a moment to breathe and drink the water that Velaryon placed in front of him.

"Of course, I was both infuriated and puzzled about this man's doings, so naturaly I threatened him and his family and everything else I could think in that moment of awe...but he stopped me and said he wanted no quarrel, no he wanted to help me! A strange thing to hear after two of your best men had their throats slit by the one who said it."

(Quick pause before I return to continue the Tale. Your characters can comment on what has been said, though.)