Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140712001945

Sorin Steelfang broke out of his meditation first. He recognized the smell of the Khajit who had captured Erik Silver Blood. Removing his rune and opening the door, he crept out, seeing Vashier talk to some hot chick, then the bartender. He readied his hands on his scythes, keeping everything concealed under his black cloak, waiting for the moment. He locked the door behind him.

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Alyssa woke up to the sound of the chair moving, realising her associate had left. She rubbed her eyes and was ready to move out when she decided something was off. Sitting down on the bed, Alyssa contemplated her next move. Sorin would never leave her sleeping unguarded, the tension in the area felt high.

(Nobody but another vampire would recognise Sorin, by the way, because he had his face changed back to the way it was before vampirism by Molag, so if Vashier saw him, he probably can only recognize Sorin by the sword on his back. Just a hint...)