Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25912051-20141230014513/@comment-5543592-20150105230330

Aeneus wasn't much of a fighter. He'd become a moth priest to think. Yes, they'd taught him some kickass moves with his dai-katana, but overall his preferred to avoid fighting. He abhorred blood. Yet, if he didn't do something, those Altmer assholes would stay holed up in the Imperial tower and he wouldn't get to do anymore research. He'd only read two Elder Scrolls, and that hadn't even been at the Imperial City, that was after they'd taken over. Aeneus was so redundant as a priest, he might as well be thrown in the Temple of the Ancestor Moths now.

Yet, he'd already done some vow-breaking stuff to get here. Really vow-breaking. He might as well give up pacifism. And perhaps celibacy too, while he was at it.

"I'm in." The Imperial called out. He hoped to Talos he wasn't making a big mistake.

Another reason to fight the Thalmor. Talos was probably omega-ly restricted now. That was not good.