Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20160508124341/@comment-13615389-20160515161920

"Must I be tied up for this?" An irritated Khajiit raised his hands up towards a stoic Altmer as the cart bumped along the road. His hands were tightly bound with rope.

"Yes, you do," The Altmer replied, still keeping his eyes on the road ahead. "Think nothing of it, I just don't want you trying anything until we reach Cornithe."

"The ropes are too tight, I think it's starting to chafe." The Khajiit said with exaggerated concern.

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

"You won't be saying that when I develop wrist-calluses." When the Altmer didn't respond, Khash looked over just as Cornithe came into view. "This is it, huh?"

"Yes it is," the Thalmor agent Calero rummaged through a pack in the carriage, fishing out a few supplies and some gold. "Try to blend in while you're here."

"Does that mean I have to talk about myself in third-person?"

"It'd be best if you said nothing at all."