Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190210201424/@comment-7262318-20190212132552

Meyline opened the door and allowed them inside. She ended up knocking on the door to alert whoever was inside that they were coming in. "Ma'am, I found two more. They may be able to help us..."

Inside, there was more of what they saw outside. Rations randomly organized around the room, a cot that looked like it had seen better days, and a small fire burning in an ash-covered fireplace. Sitting at a desk at the back of the room was a Nordic woman dressed in commoner clothes, hunched over her desk and staring at some papers in her notebook.

She turned her head when she heard the door open. "New arrivals to Markarth?" She asked.

"Aye... this is, No... No'cade of, uh..." Meyline tried to remember.

When all was said and done, Alfie lied back on the bed with his arms firmly wrapped around Yenith.

"I... am not going to get... tired of that..." he panted.

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"Well... she'd rather you not lose your hearing over a trivial matter, is all..." Shrava said

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"That's... yes, that's what a turncoat is, Mortimer," Alex laughed. She had forgotten his inability to understand some words.