Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170111042546/@comment-19164168-20170128055836

"Yeah right. Tell that to the widows of the Imperials you just killed in the Imperial City" a patron snorted.

"What next? You gonna start killing women and children as well? Because that's what you Fontaines always do! You think you're better than everyone else, when you're not!

Oh, yes. We haven't forgotten about the atrocities you and your family have committed in Hammerfell. Do you think we can easily shrug that off? Oh wait, you can't feel for that. Because you think above humans, am I right?!"

The patrons were riling up in anger, though some of them tried to keep the situation from escalating, to no avail.

They all went silent when someone slammed their tankard on his table, creating a dent.

"Do the rest of you mind? Others are trying to drink in peace" Jibril warned the patrons.

The patrons quickly shut their mouths and returned to their own drinks, scared of what the man can do.

"Now that's out of the way..." the man turned to face Iori and Tristan, taking on a smile, "Welcome to the Golden Sands Inn, owned by my late ma and da, now by right owned by me! Want a seat?" he said, twirling a card with one finger.

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Freya stopped after a bit.

"It came from... the Imperial Palace."

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(Timeskip again to the Manor?)

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"Oh? What kind of sparring?" Lythe asked.

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"Yet you react like the typical person, flying into a rage at the drop of a hat" Cecil pointed out.