Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140712011927

"Good to meet you, Ra'thar. Regretful that nobody knows that intriguing beauty. You look like an old friend, so familiar" Smiled Sorin Steelfang, holding out his right hand (and keeping the left on his scythe, he is ambidextrous), knowing that the abrupt shift in Vashier's stance and microexpressions equated recognition (he is able to read body language).

(Sorin has different eyes, they are now sapphire blue, rather than vampric, but I'll take it the Vashier can read the expression)

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Alyssa left the room, seeing Sorin and Vashier shaking hands, their other hands obviously on weapons, the tension between the two straining. She readied flames onto her hands as she drew her sword in an ice pick grip. The khajit had to die. She walked deliberately towards Vashier, waiting for the moment to strike, her flaming sword trailing sparks. She had heard part of the conversation. Skirt chasing was obviously not an essential mission.

(Alyssa obviously perused the wanted posters in Markath)