Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150212052353/@comment-25038310-20150218071157

Arnaud eventally arrived in Morthal - but in the town, he was greeted by the usual, eery stench. He sighed, as he looked around for the nearby inn.

He parkedhis horse just outside the city, before he continued on foot towards the building. From inside, he could hear a hard singin, glasses clinging, and smell the sweet stech of mead and a warm meal.

He entered, and he was greeted by the sight of various Nords in a brawl, some other Nords rooting for a party, and others simply eating their meals and minding their own business. In the corner of the inn, however, there was a hooded figure, clad in the same kind of robes that Alexander had worn. He was waiting for someone - but when the figure noticed Arnaud, he widened his eyes in sheer surprise. ''Alexander.. Failed?''

The figure grabbed his ebony sword and pointed it at Arnaud. The sudden act of aggression and the sound of a weapon being drawn made the brawling nords stop their fight, watching what was about to happen.

The innkeeper shrunk, as he seemed to dissapear behind the counter - and the nords that were minding their own business looked at the two.

"Y-you should have been dead by now, Arnaud!" The figure muttered. He swallowed. "Alexander.."

"Alexander is dead, Jordain. You sent him to kill me, but he failed miserably. Now, I have come to kill you."

Jordain stumbled back. "N-no! Y-y-y you can't! We're in an inn! The guards..-"

"The guards won't be an issue-" Arnaud grabbed a dagger from his sheat, and threw it right at Jordain. It grazed the top of his hood - which revealed the orange eyes of the man, together with his pale skin.

The nords in the inn gasped. The words "Vampire" and "Nighstalker could be heard from everywhere.

"Vampire!" A woman yelled, so it could be heard in nearly the whole town.