Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171107212103/@comment-24701913-20171128223751

"Wasn't it similar children of the daedra you faced all those years ago, that almost brought about the end of the world?" Ze'Laro said, looking to Kyrnil, "This one believes relatives could pose an equal or greater threat. Besides, brushing off any demiprince as little consequence is dangerous, and a surefire way of charging headfirst into defeat."

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Sentinel

Once the man had left the camp, Ze'Laro approached him.

"Who are you." The man asked, almost ready to push the cat out of the way.

"Why, Nazah, do you not remember me?" Ze'Laro said, "Well, it has been over a decade."

Nazah stared down the Khajiit, taking in every detail in an effort to remember if he did, in fact, know who this was.

Once the knight had realised who Ze'Laro was, he pulled him in with a hug.

"Laro, my friend!" He said, making sure he didn't squeeze too hard, "It has been so long.  I believed you were dead!  Where have you been? What were you doing?"

Ze'Laro could not answer, as he had been winded from the hug. Once released and his breath recovered, Ze'Laro began to explain what had happened the past 15 or so years.