Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-25828117-20141211164921

Hana might have already gone to bed but Eirik, her co-driver, partner mechanic and friend was still up. Also having a drink.

Not realising that their car had been sabotaged he was in good spirits. As if he was celebrating a victory already with some fellow nords who were travelling by. Most likely here to sign up for the legion and defend Skyrim from further Adamantine Invasion.

There have been talks of Adamantine soldiers using magic to torture people in Markarth, because of it's stubborn will to keep Pro-Industrialisation families in its council. It wasn't good.

That enough was enough for the Nords to once again join under the banner of the Empire they so desperatly fought not too long ago. And although some of them clearly had no wish to join with the legion again. It seemed to be thier only option to save their homeland.

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"A toast!" One of them said as he violently heaved up his tankard, allowing some of the ale to escape from the top.

"To our Kinsman Racecar driver here!" He padded the drunk Eirik on the back.

"Bah... I'm just a driver... You guys are the heroes here... going to fight with honour against those mages..." Eirik sounded humble.

The nords only started to get louder and more obnoxious as the night went on.

And the fact they sat right behind Cyrus probably didn't bode well with the Redguard's patience.