Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-12599067-20140110040522

There was a collective murmur as the thieves talked amongst themselves, whispering about the new arrivals and this fortelling of doom. At this point Brynjolf drew a weapon of his own, a wicked dagger of ebony that gleamed in the dim light of the cistern.

"I am not a man to be trifled with, girl. You may have humiliated me once, but that was when you had those damn hags with you. The only person you have backing you now is this fool in the garbs of a Daedra worshipper. If you came looking for a fight, I implore you to make the first move, because I can gurantee you we will make the last," he spat, eyes wild with anger.