Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141201012529/@comment-25323290-20141201062243

"Ilvenius." He replied to the Khajiit. "And yo-" He was interrupted as he saw a glimpse or Irvan in the corner of his eye. "I'll be right back." He stood up and began to walk.

Ilvenius followed Irvan, which was rather easy due to his high sneak abilities. It was as if he was invisible. People walked passed him as if he was completely non-existant. Irvan stopped at a balcony, looking over The Reach and the rest of Skyrim.

"I know why you're here" Irvan stated.

"Then you know what I'm going to do." Ilvenius replied, unsheathing Irvan's dagger. Irvan stood still, emotionless.

"It's time." Ilvenius said griefly, as he plunged the sharp dagger into his friend's heart. "Sorry, old friend." He let go of the dagger, and left it in the stab-wound. He trembled, stood quiet, and then fell to his demise.

Irvan lay on the hard ground. For some reason he was still alive, but in pain. He didn't know how he survived the fall, and he couldn't walk. He was stuck there, unable to move.