Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-6006054-20150928231841

Issalus's twisted dagger was in his hand. It was not quite clear how or when it found its way into his grasp, but it was there all the same.

"Do you kill? Impolite to ask." Issalus replied. Whoever this bastard was, he was powerful, or trying very hard to make others think he was. Issalus didn't like the situation. His necklace shifted in the wind, the only aspect of him in motion. The bone sang.

Where in Oblivion is Styrbjorn when I need him?