Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-14139769-20140731052052/@comment-5518614-20140805045816

Wyeta draws her bow and points it at the stranger.

"Who are you, and what gives you the right to randomly throw knives at people?" Wyeta questions, glancing at the knives that he wears. She wasn't going to be fooled that easily.

Last time she had listened to a stranger who "mistook" her for someone else, she had  ended up with a 1000 septim (or whatever currency we use) bounty for murder. That sure wasn't a fun night out like she had hoped it would be. She had been forced to leave the Summerset isles after that, and didn't want a reacurrence. She had to be careful not to kill this one unless it was absolutely nesseccary...