Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160516023321/@comment-5583506-20160622202914

"Well, well, well", chuckled a voice from the trees and a bearded Imperial in fur armor came wandering out from the bushes. "Looks like some people doesn't have the courtesy to ask for permission to stay on our grounds these days."

Myrdana flinched, reaching for the dagger in her belt.

The man whistled and immediately summoned fifty men and women who emerged from the bushes with drawn bows and loaded crossbows.

"Put down that dagger, woman", he sighed. "There are more of us than there are of you."

A shady Dunmer woman aimed his nocked arrow at Aigren, while a moustached Breton aimed at Jared. Yet four more people emerged from the bushes with crude spears, motioning for Athorian and Mongo to move back to their people.

"Well", continued the bearded Imperial with a grin filled with gaps. "Now there are even fewer of you."

To Myrdana's shock two men with spears dragged Ran'Jinro forward, holding him under each arm. The Khajiit was alive, but barely conscious. A blackened eye spoke lengths that he had been the one they had beaten and apprehened out in the forest.