Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24942837-20150321220808/@comment-24701913-20150330001319

Clayr quietly moved through the back streets of Riften. It had taken him about 5 minutes to get from the south gate to the graveyard. He hid in the shadows, silently waiting.

Almost an hour passed before another person appeared in the graveyard, they wore a dark brown cloak that came with a hood that was currently covering their face.

Clayr did not hesitate, he immediately moved from the shadows to behind the person, "It has been a long time, my...friend." He whispered, almost cynically.

"Wha- Who?" The person said, their face was hidden but it was clear they were male. He turned to face Clayr, taking multiple steps back until he was against a wall, "No...no, no. Stay back!"

"You cannot think you will escape the consequences." Clayr calmly said, "You killed my friend, I am here for revenge."

"No...be gone!" He shouted, "You cannot kill me!"

Clayr slowly approached the cowering man, he unsheathed his sword and forcibly grabbed the man's wrist,

"I don't plan on it." He said rather loudly, proceeding to slice the man's hand off in one swift upward sweep of his sword, "Revenge does not always mean death."

Clayr held the man's arm for another few seconds, savouring his cries of agony until he heard the clattering of armour, which signalled his departure.

Without further thought, Clayr let go of the man and fled towards the blacksmith, albeit using the backstreets to get there unnoticed, which would delay his escape for a few minutes.