Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20160901192007

''Faralda begins to bolt away, but quickly stops. She deftly returns to the battleground and sees the agent still fast asleep. Drawing a dagger, some ink, and some paralysis poison from the agent's knapsack, she begins to work.''

''A short time and not a drop of poison later, Faralda uses her Healing Hands to close the wound. Now, that mark will never come out lest the agent gets her chest torn off by a horker. Simply, it's a declaration of her love for the ascended man-god Talos. Her fellow agents... aren't likely to enjoy finding that, unless they had some sort of grudge... a single swiped sweetroll or a particular pilfered potion could be the only thing that determines the poor girl's life or death. Oh well, it's best Faralda leaves about now, before she's found out. Still, best to see what else is in that knapsack...''