Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131104175500/@comment-3293219-20131105231917

Nish looked back, he just wanted his pint...

"Guess you are carrying this arsehole afterall." Before Eilonwyn could say anything, he dropped him in her arms.

"There's your little bundle of joy!"

Nish drew his knife and went back.

Two things were on his mind, the first was that his hand currently hurt like hell. He must have hit J'dharjo in the forehead and two, he knew that this could possibly be a one way trip.

Every second he wasted out here was decreasing his chances of surviving.

"Ah... crap I don't want to die..." he complained, grabbing the Khajit.

He noticed that the bandits were getting closer and closer.

"Damn..."

They must have picked up the pace... Nish thought to himself.

''Sod it... they can't get me from the other side of that gate!''

Nish tried to pick up the pace himself but the Khajit was amazingly even heavier than the other one.

Nish moved as quickly as he could up the Whiterun approach.