Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-24141785-20150608151856

Iylair cursed under her breath and walked through the crowds, glancing over at Rikke. She was hoping the emperor would come soon, knowing she could easily assassinate him. She didn't want to have to kill Jon, but if dared attempt such act she was ready to retaliate. This was her only chance she got to be free from the Dominion, a last mission she must partake in.

But the guards had swarmed around Rikke like bees around honey, and she knew it would only be more protected for the emperor. She had to somehow get close enough to him before she could strike, even then the chances being slim.

Poor bugger will taste my dagger down his throat...Iylair took a sip of argonian bloodwine, surprised by the taste it brought.

She looked around at the masses of crowds, and noticed that many she had seen earlier were gathered around each other. She had hoped that maybe she was lucky enough to have someone to talk to, but aside from Jon she was alone.

Still got a few hours to kill...I might as well talk to some people.

She wandered around, looking for company and, in all honest, anyone who would talk to her.