Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-24253253-20140116045739

Tyran finally broke his silence. "So then of your runaway Thalmor agent? I've only seen one marking such as his - specialized agents. Very impressive. You have one man representing a goal I aim to see, and a man he hired. You'll receive nothing of the Nord, but I? I hold all you wish to know, and never learn." With that Tyran reached for a bottle in his pocket, a vile orange liquid. "Jarrin root poison, with an acidic touch. I can drink it, die in under a minute. Throw it, and it'll seep into your skin and kill you in under an hour with the smallest drop. So let's negotiate instead, shall we?"