Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-7262318-20170122010608

"As much as that would probably work, I don't think Hafnir would appreciate it," He laughed. "Let me talk to him, and if he's too shitfaced to walk out, then we carry him.

Dar'Zah approached the man. "I told you people, I'll leave when I'm finished!" The man barked from under his hood.

"It's me, Old man..." Dar'Zah said.

"Oh... Alley Cat. Finally ascended from your ridiculous mansion to meddle with the commoners, hm?"

"Indeed I have," Dar'Zah plopped down in a chair. "Hafnir sent me to get you."

The old man looked up and pulled his hood off. They stared directly into a pair of eyes that were heavy with regret. Eyes that were once filled with a fire to fight and protect the empire from her enemies at all costs, Thalmor or Stormcloak or otherwise. A pair of eyes that had since lost that fire, and told the tale of his defeat.

"What do you want with me now?" The Once-General Saula Tullius asked.

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"You have to trust me on this!" The Imperial looked around, to make sure they weren't being eavesdropped on.

"Under no circumstances, can you trust him!" He forced a paper out, a newspaper printed by the Black-Horse Courier. "DALACON GRANUS ARRESTED!" was printed in large font.

"That there is a criminal! He's gonna kill you, I bet!"