Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191207041609

Soon, the group were back in Hirarend's house. At the basement of the house, Torsten cracked open the crate that contained moon sugar, and the khajiiti merchant immediately grinned from ear to ear.

"My, oh my. Keeping illegal goods, five claw?"

Torsten simply gave a wry smile, "So, The Steed?"

"Let me tell you something, five claw. We know where his...sizable mansion is located. You come with our caravan, and we will drop you off there. But first, you will bring this back to our caravan, no?" The khajiit finished by pointing at the crate of moon sugar. Torsten sighed and acquiesed, knowing the group got the best option of the deal.

"Well, pack up, everyone. We're going on a road trip."

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Meralys gave a tsk at Rialor, before the pair returned to her makeshift camp. The cultist agent certainly kept eyeing the young boy, unsure if he was Dunmer or Man. That's when the thought of him being a half-breed crossed her mind really.

Of course, she decided to poke further.

"Left here, what do you mean? Your parents are...gone?"