Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151109022947

Foul play?

Danric loaded his crossbow with poisonous bolts. Something was amiss. Something was gravely amiss... Had he been lured here? Was there someone who wanted him rid off the face of Tamriel? The odds of there being some sort of disturbance at the very same time and location he was supposed to kill a lowly Dunmer maid were astronomical.

If anything it felt like a set up. Why else would the assigned target be some insignificant woman nobody would miss?

He hesitated for a while as he heard the chaos ensuing. Was this a trap or not? Or was just this some random and unforeseen occurrence he had not anticipated? Whatever it was, his guts told him to go through with the mission.

He darted ahead amongst the hallways, his padded boots barely a sound. Pretty soon, he would have his answers...