Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181023230058/@comment-7262318-20181030005647

"I meant step outside for a moment," Vordel replied.

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"Well, you know us Nords.... we all look alike," Torus shrugged, plopping his feet up on the table. "Tall, chiseled, and white."

He grabbed a bottle of brandy from a passing waiter, who shot him a glare in return. He didn't seem to mind it, though. "I do have a brother, but he's off in Riften. Doing some work for noblemen, I think..."

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"You remember how I told you about the bad side of my dad? The criminal?" Alvoran shook his head. "He wouldn't let that profit pass by... if he would have tried to sell it himself, he and my dad wouldn't be friends..."