Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191208042442

The khajiiti warrior grinned, "May warm sands guide us to the same path one day, five claw."

Torsten piped up, "Anyone need healing, Aetheon can fix you up. If not, let's keep this trip going."

The Nord then hopped on the caravan's carriage again, and Dravis did similarly.

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Meralys grinned, "Come with me then."

The cultist led the youth to the Outlaw's Refuge, avoiding the gate and the bureaucracy through this. The shoddy underground hideout was a place Meralys was all too familiar with, but she kept a close watch on the boy to make sure he didn't stray away from her.

Soon, they climbed back to the surface. Meralys had a house marked, and she found the place to be unlocked anyways. The pair were committing their first crime together, trespassing.

"Keep your voice down and step slowly," The cultist whispered as they made way for the basement of the house. Every step they took, it seemed to further confirm that the house was indeed empty. Until finally...

Jackpot.

The basement housed a plethora of food: vegetables, salted meat, and even staples such as bread.

"Take just enough for us. We don't want them to starve too," Meralys warned Rialor. Strange as it is, she practiced a warped 'etiquette' when it came to thievery.