Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140927032239/@comment-29458028-20141004042732

Felrion smiled and took out a pouch of septims "Would money convince you to talk? We mean no harm, we simply have a job for you and your brother. We are nobles who need someone to perform a very simple task for us."

The other elves behind him nodded.

Felrion had a ring steeped with a paralysis poison that caused death like symptoms. He would use it if necessary.