Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-5824038-20151122131916

'Boy, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into,' the Dunmer said in a harsh voice. 'Yes, you can kill me. Or torture me. Most likely both. If you're lucky, I'll even give you some information. But don't get involved in this. Save your own life.'

He remained silent after that, comepletely calm about the entire situation.

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Arnaud headed down the streets. The festival proper was not for a few days, but every night for a week leading up to it had smaller things going on. Tonight there was a large feast, and a senator of the Empire was giving a speech.

It took the Breton a quarter of an hour to reach the feasting hall. Entrance was, of course, free. All the food was provided voluntarily by the rich and powerful.

When he got inside he caught the tail end of the senator's speech.

'...this glorious occasion, I hope, will deliver what we have always wanted - a time of peace, when both the Empire and Samarkand can look upon each other not as equals, but as friends. Thank you, everyone.'

The hall was filled with appreciative noises - cheering, clapping, the raising of glasses, and the like. The speech had gone well, obviously.

A well-dressed Dunmer showed Arnaud to a table. It was mostly empty, with only a young Imperial man sat at it. He looked up and smiled at him, before returning to his plate of food.