Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191007120406

"The Atmorans know you as Stormhawk, what do you mean?" The she-elf asked.

''He doesn't appear to be wearing a disguise. I would have picked up any Illusion magic that was changing his appearance. He looks to be a Falmer and a very young one at that. Barely more than a child.'' She reflected as she examined Karyor.

The woman seemed more interested in him than the warning that he bore. She seemingly ignored the warning altogether.

Reyl's spell healed his leg.

Jofrodr pushed the man into the warehouse and tried to cover his mouth before he could scream out in pain.

The bandit tried to scream, but Jofrodr had already covered his mouth. The bandit's strength was being drained by the sword's enchantment and his limbs began to slump down.

Jof twisted the sword in the man's gut and then finished him off. He had originally seen another person in the warehouse with his spell, but there was no one else there in the open room of te warehouse.

"I'm sure you can find work with that." The squatter said, pointing to Kal's sword. She then gestured to Kal's body. "Failing that, you can always sell your body. Men are always looking for company around here."

Kal got no sympathy from this squatter. Trying to get pity from someone with practically nothing didn't seem like it was working. She was going to need to use a different strategy to get information out of her.