Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170914174248/@comment-24510587-20170920221537

"No worries," Vespus smiled. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. It had been a long few days for him.

Three days ago

"No way they are just going to let you leave, Ves. Especially after you failed to carry out your task."

"It was a child, Sarron!" Vespus exclaimed to his bunkmate, all the while hurriedly opening his bag so he could stow what little belongings he had into it. "He couldn't have been older than five or six! You can't tell me that he deserved it!"

Sarron, a Redguard about as old as Vespus, stood by their bunk in observance of Vespus' fretting. Ever calm and controlled. Just like they were taught to be. "The Abbot gave you the task-"

"Oh, forget the Abbot!" Vespus interrupted. "If the Abbot tells me that a five year old boy somehow deserves to be assassinated, and if you expect me to just eat that up, then honestly, both of you can fuck off!"

Sarron was thoroughly shut up by that for a moment, trying to think of what to say while Vespus continued to stow some spare clothing into his bag.

"You'll never make it out of the monastery alive," he eventually said. Vespus, however, slung the bag over his back, grabbed his cane, and put a hand on Sarron's shoulder.

"I'd like to see them try and stop me."