Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190911184542/@comment-25828117-20190913143121

The port of Senchal was busy.

A sweet smell hung in the air, the smell of unrefined moon sugar no doubt. Aside from that was the smell of Khajiit sweat. Which was quite potent.

Despite the heat, and despite the stereotypes about the cat-folk, there were tons of them about, working. Especially at the harbor.

Khajjit of all colors and sizes. If you thought you had known them, one would've been surprised just by the sheer diversity on display.

Emile meanwhile had disappeared with his escort into the bowels of the city, supposedly, never to be heard from again.

And Lysilde was ready to lead the others down to the market place.