Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-26446054-20150919172627

The Redguard raised an eyebrow at Athorian, regaining balance.

"There's a large shed down near the fishermans'. It counts as a house, if you like." He told the pirate, indifferent.

Meanwhile, in the Imperial City...

"Now we are all here, we can begin with our issue. The accursed pirates. With the Shadow Corps busy with the Isles and Skyrim, we can't dispatch properly trained soldiers to rid of them. But we cannot let a massacre happen again, not like at the docks!" Spoke a clearly noble man in an angry tone, looking around at others seated.

"If I may remind you of something, Larius, it is not the pirates that are the problem. The Purists are still out there, ready to assassinate any Imperial. And they're clearly plotting something. They're quiet." Another, older, man replied calmly.

Larius sighed.

"We cannot afford to waste resources fighting the Purists. The Night Crows are protecting us, and the damn piracy is dwindling us of both gold and supplies as it is. It is time to strike." He hissed, staring hard at the older man.

"Maybe our dear General can make something of this?" Suggested the elder, nodding at Adrace. Heads turned...