Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-25828117-20190209024240

Graicus heard Cade, but wasn't sure who he was talking to. To him the gladiator supposed but he didn't know what to say. He did not play a musical instrument either, nor could he sing. Marrinthus could; that half-elf sure had a honeyed voice even if he walked with a stick up his ass most of the time. Either way, Graicus did not consider it a great loss.

But he was not a Breton. High Rock was practically the birthplace of court life, where bards were highly praised and adored. Cyrodiil had mainly just copied that tradition like they had with most other things. A far more practical people than the frankly, frivolous Bretons. With their party tricks and magic.

The Khajiit started to play her tambourine, taking careful steps to match the rhythm she set. her whole body was in on the act. Her hips struck out on high notes and her belly rolled on low notes. It was a mesmerizing display that was compounded by the clapping of the Zah-ma which aided the dancer.

Graicus watched as she moved in closer on men which made them purr indeed. There she would lightly ruffle fur with her free hand, cup chins and sometimes, if they were not careful, take things from them without them noticing until it was too late. Nobody seemed to mind though, the dance merely continued.