Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-24582269-20150924221757

"He looks well-off enough."

"He just stabbed a man in the middle of a crowded inn."

"Doubt he'd be fast enough to clip me."

"I could clip you."

"He isn't you."

The two sat up the back of the inn, completely unfazed by the murder and panic around them. Their eyes scanned over the body on the floor and the Bosmer standing above it. The one in bronze armor rested his hand against his blade, while the one in black simply continued drinking.

"I'm going for it."

"I'm not marking you. Leave it for tonight at least."

"I'll wait to see what he does."

"What, you expect him to turn around and off himself? Guards'll be here in minutes. By the time he starts running, they'll be here and won't let anyone leave, Reus."

"Come on, where's your spirit?"

The one in black ignored him and set her gaze back to the Bosmer.

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Versius unclipped the flintlock from the Imperial ship, testing its weight.