Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-10197675-20140925200716

Meanwhile…

The Altmer swigged his mead once again for maybe the tenth time that night, and he was almost starting to consider the fact that the wizard at the top of the Mountain had lied to him, trying to waste his time, but suddenly in the corner of Zalniltrons eye he saw him… a Nord, bleating and yelling about his petty life, whilst slurping from his flagon of ale.

Zalniltron watched his target carefully, whilst he swilled his mead, as he would wait for the veracious opportunity to un-fold, in which he would slit the Nords gullet…