Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140826123031/@comment-5583506-20140826213426

As Gatz started to clean the pelt of a mutated sabrecat he had shot, he noticed some dust trails in the distance.

A truck?

As the vehicle came closer he noticed the mark on one of its doors. He couldn't explain why, but somehow he felt some sort of animosity towards the mark, even though he had never seen it before. He made sure to hide behind a couple of rocks as the vehicle came roaring in.

He listened closely as a couple of feet exited the truck.

"This one told you he saw someone!" said the voice of a male Khajiit.

"Your sight is as bad as a bag of moon sugar", replied a female Khajiit. "There is no one here, although this one doesn't deny that someone has been here... and that recently. Look at that sabrecat."

"You don't think...?"

The female Khajiit shrugged. "Khajiit saw the massacre back in Riverwood. Some of the bodies had holes precisely here." Gatz couldn't see what the woman was doing, but he guessed that she was pointing at a place on her body. "Now this one only know of one man capable of making that shot. That's why Khajiit is interested in these recent killings, she wants to find whoever did it badly."

"And what do you make of that dead creature, hmm?" asked the male. "Same shooter?"

"Yes, this one believes it to be so. We will start to search in and around Whiterun. This killing was made recently and this one believe that the culprit is still around here somewhere. Khajiit wants the shooter alive, remember that."

"Yes, mistress!"

As the two Khajiits entered the truck and drove off towards Whiterun he got out from behind his cover. Someone was looking for him. He had recognised the marking on the door of the truck, yet still he couldn't figure out from where he remembered it, when he had seen it, and what it meant to him.