Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141206061705/@comment-32663439-20141206080142

Redeemer was sitting on a high perch in the Bridge. He was reviewing an old book on an organization known as the 'Dark Brotherhood'. A soldier threw a dagger at him (they were encouraged to. If they could get a cut or nick on him, they'd get 1,000 septims (or whatever the currency). As the dagger flew at him, he caught it between his pointer and middle finger, flicking it back at the soldier who threw it. The soldier's arm was pinned to the wall, going through his uniform but barely missing the skin. Redeemer turned to another page in his book.