Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140330115358/@comment-24792475-20140421143608

Jonda mounts Shadow Runner, and slowly makes him trot in front of the party, looking at the horizon, gripping his swords.

I must be weary of this puny group of fools, chances are I'll get a dagger up my throat our a spell burning right through me...

Jonda looks towards agatha, shaking his head in denial.

And the dagger and the spell might not come from the dremora.