Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3548382-20131213024337/@comment-24352402-20140515134507

"Was. Then I dealt with contracts too difficult for them before Nazir disappeared, and honestly I am probably among the oldest things in all of Skyrim so you should be relieved that I am a vampire and not a Daedra. Come to think of it you technically worked in aid of the Brotherhood but are a Companion. If you knew better you probably would have never taken the contract yes?" Yisaji sat down cross legged and removed his mask. The Bosmer had been a sufficient meal, so the glowing lights of his eyes were almost unnoticeable and his skin had regained its normal light brown color. "Not to be rude, but you are probably one of the cleverest Orcs I've met. Sit with me I have some Argonian Blood Wine. no real blood in it I assure you, but it has quite the strong flavor. Off track again... My apologies, as I said you'd have probably not taken the contract if you knew your employer, same could be true of the Silver Hand as you call them." Yisaji produced two bottles from his satchel and tossed a random one to Ocora. "the Fighters Guild has a presence everywhere but Skyrim, Lots of opportunity in Skyrim if the Companions leaders are gone and the group is in disarray, the Silver Hand would either bolster their ranks or be easier to put down. However the majority of the Fighters Guild doesn't usually operate that way. One group however does. Ever hear of the Morag Tong or the Summerset Shadows?" asked Yisaji, a smile coming to his face.