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Kaala cast a sidelong glance at Jo'kar and thought for a moment.
"Well, sir Jo'kar, if I'd known how cheap your muscle was, I'd have hired you myself for a little task I've been working on." She turned back to the dunmer.
"My skills are yours for fifteen thousand if he's alive afterwards."...
Kaala raised a brow, clearly not impressed.
"Oh, please. I'm WORTH more than that." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked the dark elf over once more.
"25,000 and you have a deal."
Name: Kaala Moonmark
Gender: Female
Race: Nord (Werewolf)
Age: 22
Birthsign: The Shadow
Class: Theif
Skills: Swordsman (one handed), Marksman, Pickpocket, Sneak, Speech.
General Appearance: Kaala is a little above average height for a nord
and slender. She has a darker skintone that make her...
Kaala looked up when she saw the man stand and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Something wasnt right. The very way he walked made her weary. Kaala went utterly still when she heard him speak of the dragon and she shook her head and stood, gently brushing past Jo'kar to stand a few feet from...
Kaala's attention caught on the hooded figure that had settled in by the fire. It was a breif second while she took in his apearance in a single, quick glance. She tilted her head a fraction to catch any scent coming off him. Through the many other scents in the tavern Kaala could only catch the...
Kaala whirled around in her seat, her hands over the hilts of her swords on the bar behind her, ready to shed blood at the next sign of danger. She cringed at the sound of grinding metal and clenched her jaw at the unwanted attention it drew. Kaala narrowed her eyes at the newcomer before...
A tall, slender figure slipped into the tavern, throwing rays of
candlelight and the buzz of a busy inn into the dark, quiet street
she'd just abandoned for the ruckus of The Bee and Barb. The buzz died
down for a moment as the patrons took in the sight of the newcomer,
though she was no...