Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140116232744

Rashka readied his dagger, licking its blade. He wanted to remember the taste of unbloodied steel before going into battle. Even though he had his father's hunting bow on his back he rarely wanted to use it. He wanted to get as close to the action as a Khajiit possibly could. He wanted to see his enemies in the eyes just as they died with his blade buried deep into their hearts and throats.

Even though he strongly disapproved that the odds would be against them, he made sure to take a good look at Luna before running into battle. If the fates were cruel and unkind to him this day he would at least have seen something pleasant before he stood in front his ancestors.