Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151216005727/@comment-29559990-20151219003834

Kazrris nodded to her and followed the rest of the group towards the dining room. They entered, and it was more of the same. Lavish decorations, ttasteful designs and what not. This room, as one could probably guess, held a large dining table that spanned across the entire length of said room and was draped in a red covering with golden trimmings. There sat many men, of many different races. All probably nobles, as one could tell by the clothing. And at the end of the table, there sat a large Khajiit with greying fur and eyes of the same color. He wore many of rings on his fingers and had a handlebar-esque moustache drooping from his face. There sat another Khajiit next to him, green eyes and black fur. Presumably, she was his wife.

"Dro'Zahn, This One hopes you will pardon the interruption, but I bring with me astounding news!"

"Then This One assumes you've found him?" Dro'Zahn replied. He got his answer when Ja'Kol rounded the corner and presented himself, with some of the other patrons gasping or  widening their eyes.

"My son!" The Nobleman exclaimed, hopping from his chair and rushing to embrace the now-returned Khajiit. "By the moons, boy, I thought I had lost you!"

"Father, this one is fine," Ja'Kol spoke, comforting the old Khajiit, "No bandit could stop Ri'Sava and I,"

Dro'Zahn held his son for just a while longer, before glancing up at the mercenaries in the room. "Who... who are these men and women?"