Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140204235925/@comment-24438639-20140206003753

Rolaf stood up, his blade in hand, a smile across his face. ´´ For 65,000 septims you got yourself  a deal in my part´´ He sheathed the blade and his face contorting the eyes grew dark and hungry and with a wicked smile he added ´´But if I am one septim short Ill skin you alive´´ With that hes face returned to normal and he sat  down.