Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160801233042/@comment-5543592-20160805223018

At first, it appeared Daireg was pointing at nothing. But then, in the crack of space between two buildings, what he wanted them to see was visible.

Three blocks over, dangling from a raft by a rope, was Leya. It could be no one else, as she was a young Redguard woman, dressed in the same robes Ishien's students used.

Her wrists were tied to the rope, which was tightly knoted around a sturdy looking rafter that had jutted out of the side of the building, part of a porch covering. The reason she wasn't visible from the street was a result of the narrow space in between that building and the one across the street from it, and because there was a balcony forty feet below her, blocking her from the regular pedastrians view. She was gagged and her ankles were bound, preventing her from squirming or squealing.

"There is a cut in the rope, growing larger and quicker because of her weight.  In about eight minutes, the rope will snap and she will fall to her death.  Do not try to follow me, or one of my agents will cut it prematurely."

Daireg smiled, and it did not touch his eyes. "Good luck."

With his other hand, he reached behind his back, taking something from a pouch at his waist as he began to back away from the group, anticipating an attack despite his warning.