Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-25683991-20150127104403

Fenrys was at the corner of Candlehearth Hall, on the second level drinking a bottle of Black-Briar mead he stole from some rich lady he in Windhelm. He would've stayed where all the other folk were, but they hated him for who he was, a hybrid.

He looked around the floor before standing up from his seat and everyone looked at him.

"Where are you goin' you monster." A man named Stenvar mocked Fenrys. The hybrid ignored the Nord and walked to the exit of the tavern.

"I asked you where you're goin' freak." The mercenary insisted, Fenrys lost it, he was used to being called names such as "monster" and "half-elf." But freak? That was unacceptable.

"You're going down milk-drinker." He muttered, clenching his fist and gritting his teeth.

"What you say, freak?" Stenvar asked in a mocking tone, but then he was punched in the jaw by Fenrys which slammed him to the ground. Before he could say another word he was kicked in the groin by Fenrys and was left writhing in pain as Fenrys walked out of the inn and onto the street, seeing a raven drop a letter from above to him.

Who is it this time?

He caught the letter and opened it up, looking at the name.

Galmar Stone-Fist it said.

Fenrys was shocked, he killed all sorts of folk but this was his biggest mission yet. He looked at the back of the paper and it read 12,000 septims. He closed the letter and threw it, casting Combustion at it as it burned into ash. 12,000 septims could buy him a house and a different life, the mission was worth it.