Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140108211038

Rashka could not believe a single word of it. He? A hero? He had been called many things over the years. Backstabber, betrayer, assassin, hitman, the Emperor (that had been one of the best drunken nights in his life), scoundrel and beast. Although, he always took the last one as a compliment, especially after a wild night with some buxom Nord women who had a thing for the men of Elsweyr.

He brushed his hairy chest with his claws trying to look unflattered.

"Rashka has always been a hero in his own way", he boasted. "This is nothing new to him. However, he would like to know what fellow Khajiit saw in his vision about Rashka?"