Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150613182742

Jon innocently smirked at the guard, although it was rather .. mockingly.

"Sure thing, guardsman." He said. "Let's go." He told Lylair.

Some mercenaries were passing through the gates, belonging to all sorts of other towns and cities of Cyrodiil. All armed mercenaries, some more than others. Some donned simple robes hinting towards a use of spellcraft - others had simple iron armor that indicated they were mere rookies. Then you had the ones clad in ebony or orcish, which looked the most intimidating.

A dozen or something headed towards the local shady inn, where they were greeted with open arms by noone other than Pontius - the noble who had accompanied Jon earlier back in Cheydinhal.

Ashcroft looked rather surprised, but at the same time he had expected the noble to pop up at the most unexpected of times. The noble waved for a moment, before gesturing Jon to continue.

''Hm. Mercenaries gathering? What's this all about? ''

Jon shook his head, sighing. He first had to confront the Legate, after all..