Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20160302210812/@comment-25588187-20160318163127

(Sorry, real life called.)

Rodyrick, seeing that no one else was making a move, stpped forward. "Sir, this doesn't have to end violently."

A few minutes later...

Rodyrick wrenched his bound sword out of the Redguard's corpse. "They never listen to that line." he muttered before fumbling with the door until it opened.

-

The granary was dark, and the floor was covered in grains. This helped to muffle their movements across the room, to one of the storage closets, from which vague mumblings could be heard.

"... they didn't tell me!" an Argonian rasped from the otherside.

"Enough lies!" shouted what sounded like a Khajiit. "My employers grow impatient with being kept in the dark..."