Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140123000942/@comment-5583506-20140205150834

Rashka breathed exhausted after the battle. He stood bent over the body of a fallen atronach. But he noticed the sound from a dagger suddenly drawn.

Kashmira stood right behind him with her dagger raised.

"So, bastard", he said still smiling, "it seems that this is a dead end for Rashka. He has no fighting left in him for the moment, so now is your chance to strike and take that vengeance of yours. And when the deed is done, you can ask yourself about what difference this one's death meant for you and your mother."

She wanted to stab him so much. If only he had been there to protect her and her mother when the bandits had come. Her hand trembled, but she didn't take her eyes off him. She wanted him dead, that was true, but what good would his death do? The world couldn't care less about one or another killed Khajiit, so his death would indeed mean little.

"What are you waiting for girl? Rashka is exposed, there is nothing to prevent you from killing him."

She lowered her dagger. There was no point in killing him she realised. She had travelled here for that cause in vain. Besides, he had indeed saved her life. She still hated his guts though.

"Kashmira won't kill you, father", she said. "Because your blood is not worthy to stain my dagger."