Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140927163426/@comment-5614539-20141101201931

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As Fjork walks outside, a dagger thwacked into the side of his cloak and pins him to the wall. As it is dark, he cannot see anything. All he can hear is two people arguing.

"You idiot! Why did you just try to kill the Dragonborn! We're not here to kill him!"

"How was I supposed to know who he was?! I thought he was the target, since he was the only one not in the armour."

"Ok, go inside and hire a room. I'll trys nd repair the damage you have caused."

A man ghosts beside you to grab a blade from the side of your cloak.

A second man walks up and says:

"By the Nine, Dragonborn, I am so sorry. Can we offer our services as Mage and Assassin to help repay for the grievances we have caused you? We were here to perform an assassination on the behest of the Jarl of Riften, and for some reason my stupid brother, Palladium, thought you were the target. By the way, my name is Iridium and I come from the College of Winterhold. May we offer our services to your group of companions to make amends for my brother's stupid mistake?"