Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20140928191343/@comment-25038310-20140930151447

Sander grinned at the sight of the werewolf dragging away. He had grabbed his sniper rifle and aimed at the wolf when he was weak, but surprisingly, he  chose not to.

"Pff. Who knows? Perhaps he would have spared my life too. "

He frowned at himself for a moment.

"Who am I kidding, of course not. I'm going to regret leaving that dog alive. "

''I could just march in there, and line up a shot between his eyes... suck his blood.. atleast I know he's a Dunmer, and I'll remember his face the next time I see it.''

He sprinted after the Wood Elf's scent, sometimes stopping from time to time to catch the scent again after he had lost it. He would probably miss the meeting.

''I need a good view of where there are guards.. when, and how many. And probably the quarters of the royal family too. Screw the meeting for now, but If I find it, I guess I'll eavesdrop.''