Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190412232101/@comment-25828117-20190416202736

The face was familiar to her. A breton with a seemingly eternal smug face, even if he looked dead serious, which was the case now.

"We meet again." He whispered before signalling to the man behind her to take a hold of her and carry her out via the small backdoor from which they had entered.

Svieva wasn't unconcious exactly, but she felt numb and unable to speak or do much of anything. A paralysis potion.

She felt herself being lifted up by a big Redguard that had started cursing between exerted breaths.

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Graicus took the spear out from under the saddle.

and placed it down on the ground.

"Not tonight, Hircine... Not tonight. Not ever..."