Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151207231213/@comment-29559990-20151212224739

"Well, it appears that you're out of bargaining chips... and you have nothing to offer me..." Goriyn sighed.

"How about a swift sword to the throat?" Kaz suggested. All the while this conversation had transpired, his claws had worked down the rope that held his hands together. He threw his head back and nailed Borskar in the bottom lip, forcing the Nord to let go.

Goriyn, still with a smirk on his face, raised his dagger up and was about to strike down the Khajiit.