Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20160630223627/@comment-5583506-20160717171842

"Taronan", growled a stern voice from behind the Altmer.

A muscular Nord with sharp facials features and dressed in a robe approached the Elf. He did not look particularly pleased with what he saw. Judging by his clothing and the pouches in his belt, it would appear that the man was a healer.

"This woman is the property of the Emperor. You do any permanent damage to her and I will make sure that his majesty hears of it. Besides..." He glared disapprovingly at Myrdana. "You already have your spoils of war. Take her and go, and let me do what I do best."

He then stared at each and everyone of the men who surrounded the cells, obviously not liking a single one of them. "And the rest of you probably have better things to than to torment dumb animals? If not, then I would assume that this animal has more brains than any of you do."

The Nord offered Evelyne a hand, helping her stand up on weary legs. Though the young woman hesistated to take his hand for a moment, fearing that it was just another game on the behalf of these... monsters...