Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180629182915/@comment-7262318-20180702013035

When he reached out to grab the cat, however, his hand passed right through his throat. It seemed that he could not grab the cat in this plane.

As he did this, the trio of Auras were bolting up the hill and towards the fortress...

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As Suba hid, she could see two people coming their way. Two of them were Altmer, tall and in the usual overly-gilded Thalmor officer apparel. As they stepped closer to the light, she could see that one of them was not an Altmer, but in fact the same pale Snow Elf that she had encountered on the beach.

"What? You think anyone will miss them?" Kaelmun asked the man as they walked. There was a large key ring in his hand. "They are scum, Rothan. Theives, mountain men, crooks, and criminals. No one will miss them."

"But what happens when people do start becoming suspicious?" The other figure, Rothan, asked. "I intercepted a newspaper from Cyrodil, and a story of the sudden missing persons is slowly working towards the front page."

"What of it? Their stories won't matter in a few months anyways..." Kaelmun shrugged. "Besides, no one has time for missing persons. All sorts of people are missing while Cyrodil falls apart. What was on that front page, Rothan?"

"Titus, but-"

"Precisely. There's a dead emperor sitting at the bottom of a lake in Skyrim, and there's a horde of savages trying to overthrow the order in Whiterun. The continent lies in ruins, they have no time for the trivial matter of missing people."

Kaelmun jammed a key into the locked door, and opened it.