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On my actions about killing people, do I post and you complement or I do the whole scene?
You're taking me to "kill" who I think is - someone with clavicle fetish? lol
Rusalka pulled the dagger from her waist and placed on the table and took another sip of her milk.

"Let us go straight to the point. I need details on how many you guys are, what is my part and, especially, who is the girl."

She was still suspicious. After all, she would not take the job unless it was someone that she trusted, but his curiosity was piqued. Yodrick seemed to be hiding something, she thought.
She heard the nord and frowned. Soon afterwards Elbent, the tavernkeeper, left over a glass of milk on the table.

"Would you like a beer?" stuttered the old man trembling, nervous about the situation.

"Rusalka," she said after thanking the tavernkeeper.

Rusalka took a sip and leaned to the side to see the rest of the group, "You do not seem to be a group that arrives in a town looking for ales. What makes you think I need protection?"
The Inn was cozy and warm. As usual Rusalka sat on a table in a corner of the inn and ordered a glass of milk and some bread. Her paranoia did not stop there, her blue eyes stared around the establishment watching guests getting in and out. Rusalka attributed this peculiarity to her "strange" profession routine. She had just asked another glass of milk when a group of strangers entered the tavern. Her eyes moved quickly toward the door, enough to realize that they were not only outsiders but nords. She tried to remember the letter she received in Chorrol, but she could not make any connection with the mercenaries. And despite trying to keep discrete, her beauty cheated on her and one of them walked toward her. Although arrogant and confident in her skills, Rusalka knew that she was outnumbered. Smoothly she replied: "The same as you, looking for a place to drink and rest," she then turned to another Nordic and gave a slight smile, "depends on the company." And, while talking, she was trying to slowly reach her dagger on her waist.
Amalvi said I connected briefly to say that you still have time to change your CS

Thank you.

I decided to continue with the melee, what I did was leave her with a stronger profile of a professional assassin, hitman, bounty hunter - this kind of thing.

I changed the class to assassin and also revisited skills. Removed the magical side of her. Added: Backstabbing, Lockpicking, Archery and Short Blade.

(not sure if it is allowed, otherwise I still have my old cs saved)
Could I have an opportunity to change my skills? Was reviewing my skills and, I believe, that marksman would be better for an agent. But if not, no problem - ranged or melee does not change anything. And by the way, excuse my time away, university gave a tightness in my time.
I believe so.

NAME: Rusalka Nin.
AGE: 24.
SEX: Female.
RACE: Imperial .

CLASS: Assassin.
SKILLS:
Primary: Stealth, Short Blade and Backstabbing.
Secondary: Archery, Lockpicking and Critical Strike.
EQUIPMENT: Stell Dagger, Stell Short Bow and a Quiver with 20 Iron Arrows, Hooded Leather Armor and Normal Clothes.

BACKGROUND: Adventuress and opportunist, Rusalka was born in Cyrodiil. She is the fourth daughter of Lyzabyth and Amiel Nin, a couple of bards. Confident of her skills, the imperial grew surrounded by a troupe of artists, acrobats and bards. Since her childhood, she had the knack for getting in and out of trouble, that only survived by her skills and cunning. And, in fact, she was proud and bold. She grew up devoted to the troupe. From place to place, city to city, Rusalka acted and have met new faces, histories and cultures. Ally of beauty and charm she wants nothing more than to enjoy life. As a thrill-seeker in her adventures as bard, she almost always ended up in bed with someone - man or woman.

The colorful life of a bard was not enough to Rusalka. When in Whiterun she slept with a nordic woman her life has changed. She was dazzled with the skills of the woman, she was a bounty hunter and had told stories about fortune and fighting. Fate was written, Rusalka left the troupe of artist and followed her. Thus she became the wife of luck and the lover of death. Skilled in combat and in the use of weapons, charming when she can be seen, cold and ruthless when necessary, she began selling her skills to the powerful or the desperate - either a reward for the head of a bandit or seduce a nobleman to sell information... she will by any means necessary.

Eventually the years passed and Rusalka moved to Chorrol where she rented a room in one of the local inn. In one morning a strange man came to her and delivered a message that, among other things, said: go to Illiac Bay.

WHERE ARE YOU: Anticlere
Grey said Like a Bound Sword spell that summons up iron-quality instead of daedric, or a Fortify Attribute used on senses instead of the usual application.

Or maybe a dagger - has less damage and looks like something a beginner would have learned.

And for example, a kind of rank spells like oblivion. We would have access to novice magic. A novice bound sword would have less damage (could be even compare with iron).
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