Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-24685738-20170607173428

"W-what do you mean, ma'am?" The boy asked, confused, cowering away from the lady. He could have been only seven or eight, and thus far his experience with adults must have been more than painful.

"Exactly." Rhaela nodded, having slipped into a more comfortable riding outfit, grabbed a dagger, and hid her face with a cloak. "My brother won't stop, so we need to have protection."

Arik came out a few seconds after, wearing a similar outfit to Rhaela's, although a spear and shield were belted across his back, and his head was uncloaked. His beautiful silver hair had been dyed a dirty brown, so as to hide his identity by getting rid of his most defining feature.

Before the guards could answer, a spurt of blood erupted from one of the two Brightmen's throats, while another fell, having received a blow to the back of the knee.

It was the Forsworn woman, having apparently ran back into the ballroom for something, having heard the stampede. "Follow me!" She ordered Iden, darting back towards the hidden door with the speed of a Khajiit.