Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131203225639/@comment-3293219-20131208201336

Lilly, with no other option left, reached for the knife.

It was an old fashioned ebony knife, though something told her that there was more to it than what imediately met the eye.

Realising that it told her nothing, she picked it up and tyed it to her robes and pocketted the note, walking back to Falkreath.

At least I'm a step ahead of him...