Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-5543592-20150717134030

Ragnar was midway through his meal when a Dunmer plopped down next to him and ordered food himself. They both ignored each other quite well, until Ragnar looked over, purely out of curiousity as to whom was sitting next to him, and recognized the Dunmer with pupilless eyes and a crooked nose.

"Scire?" Ragnar inquired, with a raised brow.

Scire turned towards Ragnar and both his brows rose in surprise. "Thane Ragnar?" He exclaimed in the familar Ashlander drawl. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story." Ragnar  began, brushing his hands against each other. He then told the tale of the past day. When he was done, Scire was watching the former Nordic baron with wide eyes.

"Wow." The Dunmer murmured.

"Yes." Agreed Ragnar.

"So the Emperor is really...?"

"Yes."

Scire looked like he was contimplating something.

"You're more than welcome to come." Said Ragnar, turning to his plate and pushing the dish back on the counter, before wiping his hands to gether again and rising to his feet. "The Imperial needs all the help he can get."

Scire nodded. "Good.  No way in Oblivion I'm going to sit by while Tharn rests on the throne."

"You're an odd boy."

"You're a heartless old man."

Ragnar grunted. "I forgot how insubordinate you can be.  Let's go.  Talin will want to speak with you."