Garret Concorda

"I'm sorry!",Garret said,scratching his temple,"I though he was aiming for you.He could have lost aim over the years,but I highly doubt it.But even so.I'm to quick for him. I know my enemy. Barkeep, can I have the room register!?" As the booklet was tossed to him,the lights went out, and Garret huffed and grabbed tighter to it. It was when, of course, that he saw the soft green glow of glass, that he shot his hand out and wrenched it from the air. The lights were quickly replinished, and one of the torches had moss strewn about it. That's how he had done it. Moss takes time to burn...

"I know who it is now.",Garret said,sitting cross-legged below Naull, holding a throwing knife inches from his stomach,with a bead of sweat on his forehead,"The only man I know who casts Nighteye, caps the torches and throws iron throwing knives,with the addittion of using a blunt weapon. A short wooden pole,with glass stakes in it. Yes. Domar Whitevain. He knows he cannot kill me."

Garret removed the dagger from his pouch and frowned.He made a boo-boo when the murderer turned off the lights. "I think I took the wrong person's weapon..."

"I,too have a wooden staff.But to keep from killing is the very reason I have it."

Garret sklid open the door,clothed in Bonemold armor and many scarfs and cowls,to protect him from the storm,and thwapped the man in front of him with his staff. "How did you know it was a dark-elf? Looking kinda shady,mister Dunmer-lover!"

I remember using the mannequin mod,and putting a mannequin in the middle of the pawnbroker in Balmora.He actually looked at it and said the "To what do I owe the honor,Cyrodil?"

B) I rarely use magic.

(Oops..Did I say purse.I meant pouch.) "Err...Thanks?"

Garret moves cautiously over the room,slipping his hand into purses,and pulling gold and items from people.As he reaches the table belonging to Thomas,he reaches out his dagger,to cut his purse.

(So what,my character forgets about you? Pffft!

Garret pops up in front of Thomas from under the table."Did somebody mention stealing?",he said.

Introducing Garret: Name:Garret Pronounced: Gare-et Class:Thief Age: 31 Sex: Male Race: Human Weapon of Preference: Staff/Dagger Fighting Tactics: Sneaky and fast,Garret is the stealthy fighter.He will stand in wait and prepare for an attack before it comes to him. Attitude: Kind and hearty,Garret will never steal from someone who doesn't deserve is. A man with brown hair and green eyes bursts in the door laughing heartily,and patting the stable-boy on the back.He had the look of a travelling scholar of great wealth.He place a handful of gold in the stable-boy's pouch and fed it back to him.After that,he made his way to the bar and said in a deep and hearty voice,"What's the finest you have? Money is not an option!"He followed up with a re-assuring jingle of his pockets"