Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-3293219-20140214211633

Lucian had spent several hours in the tavern, he watched from a far, listening out for gossip.

"I heard that there was some scuffle at Fort Farragut..." a nord began. His cyrodiilic nord accent was familiar to Lucian, considering that he grew up in Skingraad, so very long ago...

''Fort Farragut... property of the Dark Brotherhood during the 3rd Era, it was abandoned but then refurbished in the 4th Era, under Kaizen's rule.''

He stopped, glancing up as a waitress walked past, carrying several drinks on a tray. He then went back to the nord, who's friends had turned away from him as he began to insist that it was the Morrowind forces, coming back to take the city.

Lucian looked away; he cared nothing for this war. Despite his age, technology didn't bother him, he didn't fear it like the mages do but he didn't rely on it either.

Lucian had absorbed as much gossip as he could, now for the bit he despised...

The Imperial knocked his mead back, his mouth tingled as it was conned into thinking that it was blood. Lucian made no such promise but his thirst was eternal and always on edge, ready to savour that sweet taste of plasma, once more.

The assassin got up, to question the bartender...