Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200130020211/@comment-25828117-20200201012257

Abaresk was getting harder to control and one slap on the year by someone in the crowd was enough to make the horse pick up the pace and advance forward despite Helian's best efforts to stall.

He looked rather helpless as the steed did not respond to his commands.

Lysilde looked for a side street they could duck into, to stop being swept along.

The dunmer of Kragenmoor chanted in unison now.

"Imperials go home!"

"Imperials go home!"