Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141014230422/@comment-4794494-20141105212435

Tyrotar and Minnae, donning black cloaks, leave the secure chamber in their base of operations.

Tyrotar "He wants this done quickly, doesn't he?"

Minnae "If I actually resorted to my full power, none of them would stand a chance. Let's have some more fun while we're at it."

Tyrotar "We were given targets. I'll buy you a drink if you can assassinate your target before I can get to mine."

Minnae "I'm already thinking about what flavor of ale I want."

Meanwhile, Bray sits patiently in the transport. A kig-yar bluecoat, clearly afraid of her, nervously sat adjacent to the Spartan, nervously clutching his weapon.