Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150516130656/@comment-24075018-20150519203529

"Ah, hello!"

The merchant greeted Dar'Mi with a pleasant smile, which was odd because he hated khajiits with a passion. She knew that really, he only was kind to her because he wanted the meats and pelts. Eventually, she knew, she'd outlive her usefulness. He'd kill her. An inevitabability, she knew. But she also knew that he could never kill her. He was far less skilled than she.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a scream from outside the shop and suddenly, five undead burst through the back door. The owner went wide-eyed and threw Dar'Mi towards the zombies, she resisted, stabbed him in the arm, and kicked him into the zombies with her bag of meat. She ran up the stairs, burst out a window, and climbed onto the roofs. She ran along the roofs toward the lake, slid down the the street, rolled, and dived into the lake. She swam to the shore, got up, and suddenly came face to face with another khajiit.

"Hello." said Dar'Mi.