Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-3293219-20141108152032

"Riften..." Nadira muttered, coldly as she grabbed Sophie's hilt.

"He has a brothel there, I say that we burn it to the ground, the head of the brothel might know where he is..."

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Damasus smiled, a simple request, which was easy to provide.

"Done.

How much will we be talking about here? How much will you be needing?"