Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30797179-20161221224412/@comment-30797453-20161222003729

"Well.... if you like dealing with Ogres and the smell of death then yes, it is a thousand fold better than this cave" Rythus pulled back his hair into a ponytail before resuming the sharpening of his blade, casting a sharp glare towards Lilanthis occasionally. He had no time for magick, magicka whatever you wanted to call it, he lost the ability to see properly in one eye from a confrontation between him and a trio of necromancers which nearly cost his life that one night; yet magicka had it's uses that he could not deny. "Nordling, go do something of use instead of standing around like a gormless ork, you aren't a half wit I hope" Rythus chuckled slightly, baiting the Nord with words of wit. He had grown accustomed to the sight of a Nord amongst the ranks of the group, even if there had been previous turmoil which led to the circumstances of the Nord being amongst them. Decades spent doing the profession that he and a select few Dunmer practiced meant empathy and general relationships off the list, it'd be hard to kill a noblewoman for a contract if you still had empathy, yet Rythus always found time to make exceptions with the Nordling, though few in number.