Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-7262318-20190220011529

While the Forsworn man was distracted, Meyline glanced down at her leg. Slowly, she reached for the spear's shaft and slowly began to pull it out of her leg. She gritted her teeth to the point where they felt like breaking as the spear tore back through her flesh and probably left a few splinters...

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"Truly?" Shrava frowned. "Surely, Narsis was a part of Black Marsh at one point then, right? This One cannot imagine such things in Morrowind..."

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"Damn sure I won't," Torus muttered. "See you soon, beautiful,"

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"Eh.. I wouldn't go that far," Alvoran shook his head. "He doesn't deserve anything, much less a thank you."