Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150126212201/@comment-29559990-20150204024846

"No, No! He's not a bad person... well, he was... but he's..."

Utahsi's head turned quickly, looking directly back at he market place.

"Here?..." __________________________________________________________________________________________

"I don't care if you found a skeever tail in my food. I just sell it, not cook." The Market-Stall owner said.

"Do you not advertise this as self-prepared?" The customer, an old Dunmer, asked.

"Yeah, but I can't help if a few ingredients accidently fall in." He said, his tone growing louder.

"You use skeever as an ingredient for food? Do you know the health concerns that raises?" The Dunmer asked.

"Yeah, but who cares? No one notices." The owner said, louder.

"I noticed." The Dunmer said, also increasing volume.

"Well everyone else here is an idiot. Just leave!" The owner said, even louder.

"Pardon?"

"I SAID EVERYONE HERE IS AN IDIOT. NOW GET OUT!" The owner yelled.

All eyes in the market place fell to him, and he only then realized his mistake.

"Pleasure doing business, good sir." The dunmer said, and he began to walk away as a crowd gathered around the owner.

The Dunmer pulled back his hood as the shouting began, and Utahsi could now confirm that it was indeed his father. The one that had saved him from those horrid bandits at a young age; Ravos.

"Oh these people. So easy to trick." He smirked.