Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-4363162-20150121135307

((Aye, I will do something to get him onto Daggerfall.)

Alexander entered an inn, his mask drawn to conceal his identity. He walked up to the bar, looking for a new contract. It would only take a little more gold for him to be able to purchase the materials he needed for the new equipment he'd wanted. When he sat down, however, the talk wasn't the usual stuff; no, instead of shady skooma dealings and slurred, drunken nonsense, it was rapid-fire, full-auto chattering about something. Something big, for sure. He listened closely for a few minutes. From what he'd heard, a massacre had happened at some noble's mansion during a party at Daggerfall; the building had collapsed, killing its occupants. An idea popped inside the youth's head. If he managed to get there before all the others, salvaged some of the gold and jewellry that was sure to be in the ruins-

Without a second thought, he rushed out of the bar to find the first ship to Daggerfall.