Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-5583506-20140715231441

Gatz looked around the ruins of what used to be an inn. He found quite a alot of gold in the hands of a charred skeleton, probably the innkeeper or just an unfortunate guest who happened to be visiting when the bombs fell.

He felt a gunpipe to his neck. "One single move and you are fodder for the crows, Khajiit", said the owner of the gun.

They apparently don't know me very well...

Gatz spun around before the man had a chance to pull the trigger and placed his machete in a deadlock at the man's throat. "Drop your gun now", he growled.

The man looked wide-eyed at him and obeyed. "Of course!"

"Khajiit is not here to hurt you", said Gatz and lowered his machete. "Just doing a little harmless scavenging that's all. Assassination is hard work."

"You are an assassin then?" asked the man. "Sorry for aiming at you, it is just that these ruins have been my home and I was fearing that you would be one of the worse of the lot out there. My ancestors lived here long before the bombs fell."

"They must have been proud to live in such an aspiring city as Bravil", lied the Khajiit.

The man gave him a sulky look. "Aye, aye. Mock the dead all you can, cat. I don't deny the stories that this wasn't the best place to live in Cyrodiil, but if my ancestors chose this town to settle their roots in I am honored to call it my home."

Gatz bent down and picked up the man's rifle before handing it over to him. "This one is sorry, old man. He didn't mean to offend you."

The man nodded and slowly reached for his rifle. "I take your word for it, Khajiit. Dare I ask who's your target?"

Gatz started walking out of the city. "You don't. If Gatz tells you that, he is afraid that he will have to use his machete after all..."