Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-3293219-20131230195727

Xeron lead Nish down the path that Eilonwyn had walked, just minutes before. He half expected her to be there, fumbling around, desperately trying to find the ingredients for some slap dash potion. If she was there, then he'd probably just strangle her to death... or get her 'friend' to do it for him, that would be even better.

The dunmer stopped as he approached the door to his stock room and grinned as he opened it, using his favourite spell. Somehow, telekinetically opening doors made him feel more godlike than controlling the minds of several people. To his surprise and slight dissapointment, she wasn't there...

"Pity, I was looking forward to watching her eyes glaze over as you strangled the life out of her..." He sighed, as if he'd missed out on the last orderve at a party.

He was only slightly dissapointed as this meant that she was a worthy rival, one that he would have to work to destroy and killing her would be far more satisfying than if she was the offspring of some tavern wench. "Remind me to kill the imperial as well, her defective brain is becoming ever so troublesome..." He muttered, pulling one of the draws out.

''Hmm... she didn't use dragon's tongue.''

He reached over and pulled out another draw.

''Nor did she use any hagraven feathers... ''

How perculiar, it's almost as if she knows what she is doing...

Xeron turned back to Nish and snapped his fingers, "look in these draws and tell me what's missing."

Nish shuffled over to the draws, "Move!" Xeron bellowed, causing the breton to pick up the pace.

Xeron sighed and went back to his stock count.