Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150620151117

Pontius, the fat noble, had dissapeared yet again..

Jon and Lylair made their way to the stables, back to the horses. Jon payed little attention to Matrim, as the two darted off in the early morning, fleeing Bruma.

The mercenaries had also retreated, and quickly scattered in the city without a trace.

Hilda had taken most of the poison, as she was the first one to get hit. She sighed, wiping away her white hair in front of her blue eyes. "That Ashcroft bastard.. his sword nearly set my back aflame.. and that altmer.."

"I guess I owe you one." She said, rather monotone. She was obviously dissapointed that she had let her target slip away.