Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29458028-20140705140231

Sorin Steelfang got off the carriage, walking into the gates of Solitude. He would take a quick peek at Erik Silver Blood's house, then he would return to Markath at full speed to report his findings. Moving through the crowded streets, he came to his destination. Without further ado, he pushed open the door to the house, entering it.

Sorin Steelfang looked around for anything, noticing the dead guards instantly, their corpses riddled with Fosworn arrows. So, Erik either staged a complicated getaway or he was kidnapped, both extremely undesirable scenarios, with kidnapping being a more probable case. Checking through every storage container of any kind, Sorin Steelfang noticed nothing amiss. If the Fosworn were clever enough to hide the bodies and clean up, he would have not found anything. Good for him they weren't too bright.

Sorin Steelfang picked up a single strand of fur from the ground, examining it. He smelled it, utilizing his vampiric senses to discern it's original owner. A Khajit was here, obviously. He remembered the Khajit from the tavern, but this hair smelled different. Still, he was sure that the owner of this hair was in Markath before. Dropping the fur back to the ground, Sorin Steelfang left the place in a hurry, running for the gates and catching a carriage back to Markath. He wasn't too happy about the 40 septims spent on confirming what he already intuited, but at least he learnt there was a Khajit somewhere in the plot. This would narrow down his suspect list greatly. Turning to the carriage driver, he said "5 more septims if you would go faster!"