Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20140923034431/@comment-29458028-20141003154322

(If I joined SwornKnight, it would be very, very cringeworthy. He'll know why)

10 hours ago:

Sorin smiled as he read the letter. Somebody had found out his true name after all. Whether by pure luck or good intelligence, he could no tell.

He wrote a letter back (it's formally written, actually)

Adawulf Sea-Born

''Very well, you surmised my true identity. I take of my metaphorical hat. I will discuss the terms with you, as you wish. I do contracts individually and no package deals, alright?''

The Shadow Wraith.

Sorin waved goodbye to his wife, saddled up on a horse and rode off to Skyrim, for Falkreath. He would arrive in approximately 10 hours, perhaps faster. The dwarven chronometer he carried around was cranky these days.

Present time:

Sorin walked into Falkreath and knocked on the door of the lord's house.