Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140108015717

(I'll take another look at it, but I still have an RP to run. Unfortunately, Fishy isn't around so I'm going to have to take control of the situation involving Mora soon.)

Makoru quickly put on his new Nightingale outfit, taking a moment to get the feel of his old armor again. He grabbed Bloodharvest off the dresser and poked his head out the door, looking around just in case Brynjolf sent thugs after them. After deciding it was safe to assume that Brynjolf was still gathering his army of thieves, he stepped out the door and quietly walked down the stairs, trotting over to the innkeeper and ordering a quick breakfast of bread and cheese. The Argonian who was keeping the tavern in order looked at him auspiciously, and he didn't blame her. It wasn't uncommon for people like him to be mistaken for assassins.

He sat down at the nearest table and took a moment to think while the waiter served tea and breakfast. If Brynjolf set his legion of cutpurses on them, he wasn't entirely sure he could stop them. Still, he wouldn't go down without a fight. Brynjolf would perish before he did, that much he would make sure of. Still, it had been many years since the Nightingales had assembled. He hadn't even met all of them, it was Karliah who had taken him in. He hoped that they wouldn't react agressively to his absence.