Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29458028-20140706044546

Sorin Steelfang moved back to his room at the Silver Blood inn. He created a mental map of his foes and allies.

So far, a khajit named Vashier, linked to the Fosworn. An argonian assassin, quite handy with blades, also linked to the Fosworn. Mecim, an auxillary. Madanach, long out of the loop. Some leader that would be present to link everyone. The classical hypothetical left and right hand men. Then there was Erik Silver Blood, either a prisoner or associate of the Fosworn. The rest of Thonar's family, now prisoners.

As for allies, he only knew the skilled Breton archer existed. Perhaps the Khajit assassin he saw earlier was on his side as well. Laying down on the stone bed, he contemplated his next move, spending sleeping time thinking, for vampires never truly needed sleep. His sword was beside him. He was sure the Argonian would be back. He sealed his door with another poison rune.