Vallejo Family/Arin/Roleplays

Arin wipes the blood his favourite dagger, a bone handled knife with a blade around 5 inches long, small enough to conceal but long enough to reach a heart if he so desires.

He slips back into the shadows, he is starting to enjoy himself, and allows himself a wry grin. He has come a long way since tracking Morrigan's Ale in Nida.

"These Carelians are soft. Almost not even worth it."

"It's time to move on. I can't stand sitting around in a region too long. There are too many familiar faces, and it's too damn noisy. I need to find somewhere peaceful, so I can create some of the noise I like to hear."