Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140616183608/@comment-3293219-20140620111613

"That's not even the best part, I drew my sword and knocked it out of her hand and pushed the tip of the blade against her neck? Next thing I know, she knocked it away with another stiletto!" The shock was still plastered to the Imperial's face as he sat up and poured himself some more whiskey, dropping a little bit of blood from his flask into it, to give it that bit of a kick.

The Khajiit began to laugh again, clutching his stomach as he struggled to find his breath, forgetting when he last laughed so hard.

"This one has never heard of such excellent methods of conceilment Lucian and that is saying something, coming from Knijn!"

The Khajiit was an orange furred Khajiit, with a long golden mane and tiger stripes going up his back, he had a large burn mark on his right cheek and narrow, orange eyes.

"I couldn't make this up if I tried..." Lucian muttered, knocking the drink back.