Kindling the Flames (Weeja / Kii-Nam)
"That’s none of your business poppet!" shouted the larger Nord raising his blade to deal with her, the Orc moving around to the side brandishing his axe. He wouldn’t hear it, though just as he was about to charge, he let out a blood curddling roar of agony before falling to his knees.
A sword stuck out of the chest of the Osimer that appeared to be of magicka before disappearing. "I think you best start talking pal" hissed Kii-Nam, back up and one hand glowing in his own aura. He watched the Nord drop his weapon before looking at Weeja. "Just a simple operation, throw in the smoke, rob people blind and then send them back to the nearest town stripped naked! That’s all!" he raised his hands higher, "Parlay?"
"Simple? This is ridiculous." she huffed. "Whatever happened to robbing people at knifepoint? This is a little bit extravagant for bandit scum, don't you think?"
















