Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125115222/@comment-29461586-20150301181247

Fox decided to sleep, but only for a few hours.

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Meanwhile...

He finally arrived after a few days. There were some Reachmen who blocked his path, but all of them ended up losing their heads and fed to the Slaughterfish in nearby rivers.

He bit his thumb and dripped some of his potent blood on a small bowl being held by a statue of what looked like a bat-faced humanoid. The secret path opened and he entered. The path closed afterwards.

As he went deeper into the ruins, he stopped when he was near a throne and knelt in front of the one sitting on the throne.

"Milord." He greeted.

"Ah, well met. How long has it been?"

"Two months, sir."

"Hnn... Of course. Living underground can make you tend to lose track of time...

What of the mission I gave you? Have you finally recieved information from the contacts?"

"Yes, milord. The two contacts are currently dormant, including the other one."

"You mean the khajiit?"

"Yes. He is dormant in the College.

"Hnn. I'm surprised that the Dawnguard hasn't butchered him yet, despite what he is; a lesser variant of us.

...I suppose that the three remain an asset. For now. The other contains a more valuable asset.

Keep your monitoring up as always, and make your move when the time comes. You will know when it will happen."

"Yes, milord."

"The fate of a bloodline hangs in the balance, friend. Do not fail me, Morgan."

"I won't."