Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190217022144/@comment-7262318-20190219004711

"Or they marry the cold and ruthless one," A voice pointed out. Sitting on top of the stables was the girl Graicus had been hoping to avoid.

"How's it going," she asked them.

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"A miracle I suppose," Vordel said, kissing her cheek. "We're, uhm... once you're done here, we're set up in Windhelm... I'll show you around."

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Torus laughed and grabbed another tankard, continuing to drink and drink. Even he looked like he was starting to get a little wobbly.