Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160322234619/@comment-5583506-20160405035249

"Well, lookie lookie", chirped the Argonian with feigned interest. "You've got yourself a fancy tattoo. A tattoo symbolising the deaths of countless of civilians. I suppose you want me to applaud you? You've got a tattoo symbolising the unfortunate stroke events that has occurred to mankind ever since your blasted people decided that an all-out invasion of Tamriel would be a good idea. Coincedence? I think not."

It was pretty apparent that Swift-in-the-Sack had little love for Altmers by then. The man may not have been the most sympathetic, but he knew his history.

"What keeps me going, you ask? Hell, if I know? But apparently, whatever it is, it has been letting me live thus far. And the death toll still keeps rising. So whatever it is, I must be pretty darn good at it. But what about you, Thalmor?"

As soon as Swift uttered that word, dubious glares began to shift in their direction from all over the inn.

"What about you? I reckon killing Beasts must come easy for you with the blood of countless of women and children on your hands. Still clutching onto the dead ideals of a faction that should have never seen the light of day. And taking pride in it? You've got some nerve, babykiller."