Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29458028-20140707032721

Sorin Steelfang smiled and looked at Thyr. He said "You already know that fighting me in sword combat will not lead you to victory, but death, seeing how many openings you actually have. You can try killing me, but there's still the others, all perhaps as skilled as me, if not more."

Finishing his statement, Sorin Steelfang left Thyr to rot in Cidhna mine. He wouldn't need to taint his blade with the Argonian's blood. He wrote a missive detailing Thyr, his profession (assassin), his weaponry and suspected skills to Thonar, as well as advice to send more men to watch the Argonian. He would have to know where is the Fosworn camp, so he added that to the letter. He passed the missive over to Commander Svogre, whom he met on a walk for fresh air. Finally, Sorin returned to the his room in the inn. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing...