Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150625151152/@comment-25038310-20150701184933

Pontius Pilatus looked down at the match in the arena, pouting. He continually drank from his wine, hoping the alcohol might distract him from this ... boring performance of combat. He quickly joined in on the boos from the audience, hoping that it might motivate the combatants to actually fight.

''I didn't fucking pay for this... Come on, where's the excitement?!''

"Gods damn it," He muttered to the person next to him - a skinny Breton lady that was almost falling asleep. "What a disastrous battle," He continued. "You see, back in my day, I'd rather..-"

Pontius paused, as his attention shifted to the man that was slowly taking the stairs up to his place. A man clad entirely in black leather and strange armor, with a rather intimidating mask that masked his face.

Randell slowly started making his way to the nobleman. He wouldn't attack the noble here, and certainly not now. The factor of fear would work in his advantage well enough.

Pontius Pilatus..

Much to Randell's surprise, the nobleman did not flee when he passed him and his seat. Instead of interacting with Pontius, he merely sat above him, higher up where he could easily keep an eye out on him.

The nobleman held his breath while the assassin passed him. He couldn't scream out for help - he had little proof and escaping would be futile. He had to pass through the crowds and blend in with them when the arena was finished.

He realized the assassin could do little while there was still a huge crowd around them. Triumphantly, he slinked back in his seat, gulping. Drops of sweat were slowly going down his forehead.

Randell sighed, crossing his arms as he watched the battle in the arena. This would take a long while before he could attempt to murder the nobleman. poisoning his drink would be too obvious either. He had considered sniping him from a safe distance, although that would prove hard if he had to gather something from his corpse to confirm his kill. He moved in, looking for a seat.

"Watch the fuck out, shady." A Nord grunted as Randell passed him and took the empty seat next to him.

"Shut up." Randell said, slightly exposing the weapon that dangled on his belt. The nord gulped when he saw the weapon, and continued booing at the two in the ring all the way down there.