Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-24280666-20170112000004

Vislak caught the shiv, and broke it in his hand. Walking towards Tarshal, he dropped the broken pieces.

"You're afraid, aren't you old man? Afraid you'll find a cause worth living for, instead of turning to women or the bottle. I've seen your type. Dark Brotherhood Assassin types. Running at the first sight of honor." Vislak spat, staring Tarshal in the face.