Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20131210030130/@comment-4356155-20131213032831

Cynthia soon heard the thrash of footsteps in leaves. "Harkhon..." she whispers to herself. There was a dead Dunmer on the floor as well. "Azaril...? The sneaky bastard killed him. I didn't like you, you foolish Daedra worshipper, but I will avenge you." Cynthia muttered. A razor tipped steel bolt darted out of her crossbow.