Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-29458028-20140810122642

"An assassin, as I would have expected" mused Corentin to himself, not getting distracted by the sound of a man's voice. If someone would ask questions, better be later than now. Battle required focus. However, killing assassins was not really part of his job. Destroying rogue daedra and undead were more his thing.

Corentin shifted into battle stance, electricity coming to his left hand as his eyes glowed white to match the light of his blade. He said "If you want to leave, it's none of my problem. I am not here to protect anyone, unless that protection is from supernatural beings. You are not one."

He would tend to the man who called him in a moment. The assassin was free to go.

(He kills supernatural beings like Daedra, Werevolves, Vampires and Undead in Meridia's name, people killing other people don't bother him. That dosen't mean his fighting is unsuited to killing people, though)