Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-3293219-20140120220312

"I find myself at a bit of an impass... Do I have your breton, dragged in here and murdered infront of you as I drain the life from your body? Or do I make the latter, the last thing he sees?" He tapped his chin as he puzzled over which of the two sadistic options would satisfy him the most. "So hard to choose..."

"In fact... I haven't even scratched the surface yet. I could empty him out and order him to strangle you to death, oh how delicious that would be! I might even free him as he finishes you off so that he can see the wonderful work he had done, under my wing!"

He walked over to the alchemy table, keeping his eye on her at all times...

"I have to thank you though, bringing the imperial back, I had... plans for her and you bought me an altmer to replace the nord!" He began to stur the pestle and mortar as he spoke, throwing in several ingredients.

"I don't know about the other imperial and his bosmer..." He thought about it, having too many empties would make him incredibly tired and it may even lead to his downfall.

"I could do with some more lurkers (zombies), considering that you cleaned my last set out..."