Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-5543592-20140903224004

Fritjof assessed the situation. These warriors looked skilled but if he managed to get to a vantage point they're weren't many so they should be easy to pick apart from the shadows. Fritjof drew his katana with speed only a master of the quick draw posesses and leaned forward slightly, shifted his weight onto his front foot as if to look cocky and confident. Fritjof now entered bullshitting mode.

"Actually, Mr. Julian it's the other was around.  I've been following you since you left High Rock.  You lost me for a bit at the border, but unfortunately your reckless pursuit of Sophie and Emarrel here allowed me to pick up your trail again.  You must be wondering, 'Who in Oblivion is this?'  I'm your assassin, and I've been paid quite handsomely to kill you.  But I am feeling merciful today, and I'll admit you have me in an uncomfortable position.  Drop your weapons and I leave enough of you left enough so you can crawl back home.  Fancy costumes don't make you unkillable.  And I've killed plenty of people, including, but not limited to, those in fancy costumes."