Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5540440-20140921020435

Fel froze instantaniously, swearing he could have just heard a soft thud before suddenly he was surrounded by the Riften guard! Or, half of it, more accurately. "Evening gentlemen. Here to collect tonight's payment?" He asked softly, idly tossing a heavy coin purse in his right hand and leaning casually against a nearby wall with his left.

"We're not in your pocket any more, thief." One of the guards growled as the circle of men drew their weapons and closed in on the undisturbed Argonian, unaware that he had secretly drawn a dagger and was dropping some potent paralysis poison on it. "And who might you be with now, since they've clearly sent you to kill me?" He pondered softly, noting a palpable taste of mead in the air.

(bet you can't guess!!!)