Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151220235326/@comment-3293219-20151230021832

The Dunmeri bartender from earlier, stepped out, into the alleyway, tossing his apron aside as he glanced down at them, with a grin.

"Heh... That was easier than I thought..." The Dunmer grumbled, slowly wandering over to Agatha and taking a seat next to her, resting the back of his head against the brick wall behind him, grazing his orange hair against its surface as he slowly pulled the Breton towards him, so that her head was resting on his lap. The Dunmer lifted his hand up and slowly stroked her hair, picking up huge clumps of it and letting it fall back down, onto her head.

"Y'know... I was a little worried, when I first took this job... Thought that Warhaft would've seen me coming. Good things he's thick, eh?" He asked, glancing down to the sleeping Breton, who clearly wasn't even aware where she was right now.

"And you know... I did enjoy being a barmaid... I even managed to slit the the previous owner's throats, with a carpenter's knife whilst the slept... Didn't even see me coming." He uttered, glancing down to her.

"Kind of have a habbit of dropping in on people..."

"Jude!"

The Dunmer jumped out of his skin, looking up to the portal and seeing a Dremora stood before it, glaring at him. In spite of the situation, Jude seemed a little more angered by his intrusion.

"Shhhh! The kiddies are sleeping, took me ages to put 'em down!"

"You were ordered to kill them, no sedate them! Hurry up and slit their throats!"

"I'll do no such thing! I have... three, in case you couldn't count for yourself, hostages! Bait!

And if they don't serve as that, they'll make delightful snacks."

"Your rhetoric is getting us nowhere, you will..." The Dremora's rant was cut short as Jude raised his finger, cutting him off. The Daedra fell silent, glaring at him, waiting to hear him out. Though Jude was... a number of things, brilliance was included in the package.

Sometimes, he had plans that suppassed Tharn's scheming skills, other times he was completely mad and a liability...

The Dunmer slowly pulled himself up, lowering Agatha's head to the ground and planting a kiss on her forehead, like he'd just finished tucking her in before pulling himself up to his feet, looking around for the Daedric soldier and giving him a smile.

"Right... Now..." he began, slowly pacing towards him, giving him a smile. A smile which was quickly lost as he pulled out his knife and rammed it into the creature's stomach, repeatedly.

"I don't take orders from Churl trash like you!" He screamed, shanking the Demon repeatedly in the belly and lower chest, pinning him against the wall as he did so until he was finally sick of the arsehold. Upon reaching this stage, he slammed the dagger into his chest, holding up a piece of paper between the creature's chest and the tip of his blade.

"There!" He panted as he backed away, letting the Daedra fall to the floor.

"You'll make a nice notice board..." He began, looking over to the portal.

"We need someone to notify the others what's in the lost and found..."

Within minutes Jude had cleaned up the area, taking Agatha, Faldras and Miri through the portal with him, where they awaited a fate unknown.