Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150623155014

As Lylair charged at the figures, an arrow passed dangerously close to her head and landed on the soft grass behind her.

It turned out to be two dozen mercenaries in service of Pontius - all clad in either ebony, Plate or orcish.

"Oh well oh well.. if it isn't that little altmer slut from before.." A breton said. "It's dangerous out here alone, Altmer.. all.. alone?" He asked, grinnning from ear to ear.

"Not alone, unfortunately.. although I'd hate to imagine what you would do if she were, Arnaud."

"Don't judge, Jon Ashcroft.. you've done a few things worse.." the man called Arnaud said, glaring.

"Only if I get paid for it." He retorted.

"Fuck off, Jon.. the draugr will come any moment now and it's best you don't linger here. Otherwise my buddies here will take care of you. We don't intend to share."

"Have you told your buddies you're gonna kill them all once the deed is done and the reward is ripe for the taking?"

Some of the other mercenaries chuckled, and Arnaud did so aswell - albeit, rather suspicous and uncomfortable.

"And.. you also need every man you can get here - the jewel we need to take from one of those draugr is not going to get easy to get to." Jon added. "And I don't feel like fighting anything else than draugr now."

"I.. fucking suppose we can have a small truce.. but remember, we could kill you any fucking moment if you try anything." Arnaud warned, in particular to the altmer.