Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140210215513/@comment-5583506-20140309195438

Rashka looked up to the heavens. It was cloudy. He then looked back at Kaosuma and smiled. "You've already taken all choices from Rashka, harlot. Remember? Now I will give you a choice."

He forced the dagger deeper against the Dremora's throat. "Rashka stole this dagger when he was just a young cub. It is a fine weapon, it would be an honor for someone to die by its blade. It barely leaves any trace of struggle or brutal violence. Now this..." He raised his razor-sharp claws. "... this is Rashka's very own set of daggers, he was born with them and he will die with them. Many would-be bandits have witnessed the shredded remains of their chieftains and vomited out of fear, knowing that they would suffer as much as their leaders did if the Betrayer ever got his paws on them. So what I am asking you: dagger or claws?"

Kashmira grasped her father's arm. "Don't be like that now! Let's hear her out at least!"

In truth Kashmira didn't like the idea of working with a Dremora anymore than her father did, and she could sympathize with his anger, knowing what he had been through. She knew he would never agree to a bargain with this demon, that would be the same as accepting a final defeat.