Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151110155038/@comment-24736819-20151220181438

(I know, but he is trying to be nice before starting with the deception..but if nice won't do.)

"Nor do I intend to have a place here.", Destro massaged his temples.

"Some beings stupidity knows no bounds. The religious ones are the worst kind, kid... Give up.", Carden replied, speaking directly with Destro but making sure the priests would listen.

Maximus finally had enough with all that. He headed for the door and before leaving he gave Destro and Carden a creepy smile.

...

A few moments later, a khajiit barged into the temple. He looked pretty beaten and some of the bottled he had strapped on his belt were broken.

"This...This one needs help.", he said in between heavy breathings. His fur had some strange liquid, probably the one from the broken bottles...skooma bottles.

...

"Oh, no...", Destro could see through his brother's mischievous illusion, but as he mentioned to walk towards it Carden grabbed his arm.

"There is no other way, Destro, let your brother help you...C'mon.", he started pulling the imperial out of the mosque.