Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24793042-20150820043328/@comment-27783182-20150902190831

Phantom-Fish sighed. He returned to his throne and pointed at the Dunmer as he look at one of his guards.

"Hejtsetha, luki kaoc-thtachalxan. Ex thtithil-meht rast ixtaxh jah. Whl zhu chal ex xhuth." He ordered.

"Xhu, pakseech." The An-Xileel, presumed to me Hejtsetha, placed her hand on her solar plexus.

The guard freed the Dunmer from his bonds and sent him off with a warning.

"Do not come back. If you do, it's war." The patriarch scowled. "Farewell, drykiller."