Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-29458028-20140720100212

Vladimir put his hand behind his head, scratching it. He eventually replied in his gruff voice "My master is attacked frequently. Nord bandits dressed as a couple with children, a devious Dunmer innkeeper who poisoned the water, a khajit merchant who was actually a master assassin with his claws, to name examples. I don't trust anyone and that's why he's still alive. Paranoia pays."

Ancarion silenced Vladimir with a casual wave of his hands. He continued "Well, I empathize with you. Although, really, I cannot drink with you.

Sorin wrote another parchment and tied it to his raven. His dual scythes were useful, but there were not exactly his favourite weapon, plus the suckked at close combat (the chains are a hindrance). He detailed more instructions to Revyn, to get the Windhelm blacksmith to make him a sword. The payment could be taken from the lock up. He tossed the raven into the air