Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140108012720

"You stole the words from my mouth, Torene. It's a shame that fate prevents us from seeing each other without the survival of Tamriel hanging in the balance," he sighed. "Maybe... one day we could--"

He suddenly jumped as a black parcel dropped onto the table that sat in the back corner of the room. He sat up to get a better look at the package then leaned back, lying back down next to Torene. It was cloaked in the same obsidian black cloth that always covered up his armor, with the customary letter from one of Nocturnal's various messengers telling him not to lose it again.

"Looks like my armor's back," he said, losing his nerve. "As much as I would love to lay here with you, we should probably go track down Brynjolf. Best to catch him when he's still somewhat unprepared," he added, rising from the bed to change into his Nightingale armor.