Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-5735114-20150607202511

(How... uncouth.)

Carciril wasn't particularly good at blending in with crowds due to his robes, and that meant the other Thalmor would find him soon. He certainly didn't want to squander this opportunity to expand his cultural knowledge, but he still had to stay inconspicuous. Altmer are superior, after all.

After scanning the crowd around him, Carciril's eyes eventually fell on a Nordic woman, who appeared to be much bigger than himself, with a hammer that could have shattered him easily, talking to an Argonian. He slowly began approaching them, and if his Thalmor colleagues came around, he could pass it off as an attempt to harass them. The bigger the hammer, the more impressive one looked in harassing its owner.