Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190822192352/@comment-3293219-20190826025053

"When have I ever cared for that?" The Bosmer shrugged, folding his arms.

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"Yep." Quen grinned, standing up on her chair before hopping off.

"Wish Oi was Jessie, gettin' shagged in some old dwemer tomb. Instead we gotta go, foight some spooky ghost bastard."

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"I'd always be suspicious that they were just using me." Jack admitted, thinking on it.

"Even if they didn't realise it themselves, they wouldn't have my best interests at heart."