Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140624141326/@comment-5583506-20140625221932

Arngrim combed through his beard with his fingers. "Well... most assignments consists of keeping someone safe from one threat or another. To be honest I have never rented my sword out to someone who wanted me to kill someone for them. Leave those kind of jobs for those other gutter rats, like the assassins and whatnot."

He leaned back against the wall. "There was however this one time where a nobleman from High Rock visited Cheydinhal and payed me to act as his personal bodyguard." He laughed. "Say what you want about you Bretons, but you sure seem to be depending on sellswords like me. I believe his name was Philippe Lafoux, or something like that. Those fancy names always sounds exactly the same to me. He wanted an escort out from the chapel there, said some people had payed the Dark Brotherhood a hefty sum for his head. Whatever he had done to deserve those freaks coming after him wasn't really one of my concerns, as long as he payed me."

He started to remember it all clearly now. "We left the chapel in the middle of the night. Philippe had been sleeping until then in one of the beds the priests had offered him and now he wanted a safe escort out of the city. I went first and made sure the coast was clear. And as we were walking down the streets of Cheydinhal a whole bunch of those assassin bastards showed up out of nowhere. I cut them down as they charged us. I painted every street corner with their blood and decorated every pavement with their entrails and yet they just kept coming. There was no end to them, hell it was like the universe itself really wanted that man dead so badly. One of them came at me with a dagger almost as long as my forearm and slashed at me."

Arngrim pointed at the crooked scar over his right eye. "She gave me a nice token I have been carrying with me ever since. And I repayed the little vixen in kind by grabbing her head and crushed it as if it were a rotten apple. By the Nine divines, I was strong back then! Heh, you can imagine that the rest of the assassin scum became somewhat doubting of going after Philippe after witnessing that. We made it out of the city and I received my payment for a job well done. The city guards had a hell of a job to clean up the mess I made and even charged me half my payment for littering. Littering!"

But Arngrim smiled slyly. "Anyway, I didn't really matter. If Philippe Lafoux ever escaped the clutches of the Night Mother, I will never know. All I know is that I had the time of my life. Whenever I swing "the Bastard" it feels like the only moment when I am truly alive. Well, ever since Inga..."

His smile faded away, but not before he put up a new facade of relief. "And enough about that. That's what I am doing with my life!"