Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-5543592-20170129233646

"I'm after Goriyn Mortis.  They can lead me to him." He answered, then canted his head slightly at her, as if something had puzzled him, and from his tone that didn't happen often.

"What does the Gray Fox care about lives at risk?"

Nightingale only knew as much about the Gray Fox as anyone knew, and that was nothing. Of course he knew the history of the Cowl, but how it had ended up in the hands of a young Dunmeri woman, he did not know. The Nightingale only knew what he could learn from the world and other people and neither new lick about the Gray Fox.

He also knew she held the advantage in this situation. She could just pull it off her head at any moment, and he'd be left wondering where'd she'd gone and what he'd been doing up here.