Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-19164168-20191117062239

As more outlanders entered Davon's Watch, Dravis would likely be in for a surprise as an Argonian began approaching the city gates. They didn't look like they were picking for a fight, but they certainly did not look like an average Argonian warrior either, brandishing a Daedric-looking greatsword along with what looked like an Ebony Dagger.

"Xuth, more bureaucracy."

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As Alaina minded her own business, she was approached by what looked like a drunken Dunmer.

"Hey, fuck off and return to your hole, outlander. Why'd the Ordinators let you in anyways?" the latter said apprehensively.

"I'm here to pick up an order: Two plates of monkeypig cutlets and a small bowl of Solitude Salmon-Milllet Soup. Order name is "Fuck you."" Alaina sarcastically replied.

"Why you s'wit..!.!'ll gut you for that!" the dunmer spoke out as he drew his dagger, with Alaina casually drinking despite the obvious threat to her.