Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-5824038-20151121121141

As Sebastien sat down, he would hear quiet mutterings from the adjacent table. It was difficult to make them out, but he could hear this much:

...senator or sommat...plan is...never know...

...too dangerous...boss says...get killed...

...always such a coward...don't screw up...plenty of witnesses...

There were three men sat at the table. One was a Nord, with lank greasy blak hair, wearing a leather trench coat. Another was a Khajiit, jet black fur covering his face, wearing the clothing of a factory worker. And the last was a Dunmer wearing a dark brown hooded cloak that covered his features.