Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-25109952-20140504021032

Alkrin orders the cart driver to stop some distance from Chorrol. The annoying, overly talkative cart driver turns around and Alkrin hands him a small sack of gold. As the driver turns around, however, his mouth is covered by a gloved hand and he feels cold, serrated metal rip his throat and vocal cords. Alkrin pushes him off the cart and leaves him there to bleed from the wound. He leaves the horse there to eat grass and continues towards Chorrol.