Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160307001231/@comment-24123288-20160307001924

(I AM SITH HERE ME VWOOM)

"The entire outpost is the definition of low-profile." The Redguard explained, "An outpost out in the middle of nowhere... Only time it's relevant is when it serves as a slave camp...

"Yes, to us it may be nothing more than a mission of revenge. But like I said, it benefits us both: you'll be finding yourself in opportunities in your favour."

'But hey, it doesn't matter what I say... Because I know for a fact that one of you is definitely going - either with or without the group." The man shrugged as he gestured to the Breton, the man growing frustrated.

"Taljn's right... This is a fucking waste of time."

"Didn't think you felt so low about your Uncle, Gabe." The Redguard calmly retorted, slightly proud of his accomplishments...

''That... That cannot be true...''

Everytbing made sense now. All this time, it was like something - or someons - was foreshadowing this event. The Breton fell deathily quiet, completely speechless: shocked and confused.

"It's your decision to make." Armiel murmured to Talin, "If you want to do it and leave some here, or if you want to ignore my offering: that's fine. I'm just bringing up an opportunity that can benefit both of us."