Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180220143037/@comment-24701913-20180223210308

"What a shame, then, that you will not live to finish it." A voice whispered from somewhere behind Bolyn, a small prick would be easily felt somewhere on his snake-like body, "The bite of a Tzetze fly is most troublesome, when the effects are sped up exponentially."

Ze'Laro materialised out of his invisbility, his claw retracting from the body. It would be seconds before Bolyn would start experiencing headaches, itchiness and joint pains, all the while coming down with a fever.

The Khajiit moved back as quickly as he could, drawing his bow and coating an arrow in poison. While he was confident the poison already in Bolyn's body would be enough, it never hurt to have a backup plan.