Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-24324633-20140102230741

Lazarus Grimm wrote: NIghtIngale74 wrote: "Damn, I must be losing my touch..."

She laughs nevertheless. "According to what I heard, you think that I'm part of some prophecy out of an Elder Scroll and I need to play the hero." Rashka shook his head at the sight. The foolish Nord woman couldn't even blend in with the shadows if she so painted herself with tar, but he admired her way of favoring the art of stealth. Most unusual for a Nord, he thought. He would have gladly teached her a thing or two... for the right price. His pockets were all empty and he hadn't payed for his room at the inn for three days. The little gathering looked well-fitted and wealthy and perhaps, just perhaps, they were willing to toss him a coin or two so he could pay for his room and be out of the Imperial City. He was in dire need of money and with no assignments coming his way he was sure to starve for a while.

He walked up to the two Khajiits, the Nord woman and the Imperial, looked as sickly as he could and added a hoarse cough to give off the impression of a dying cat. "Spare a coin for a poor warrior of Riverhold?" he lied. (Perhaps you didn't notice, but I've already scurried off.)