Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150820004043/@comment-29559990-20150822123941

"Man, look..." Vordel started.

"No, Vordel, you look. Look at what you're about to do. You and this woman have shared one drink and a few screams. And now, you are about to reveal this... this secret to her, simply because you've got this feeling in your gut that you can trust her?" Denon interrupted. "For the love of the 9 Divines, use your head. Do not tell her anything. At least, not yet..."

Vordel glared down at the Wood Elf, growing tired of being ordered around by the smaller, weaker being. But this time, it made Vordel even more angry. For this time, he knew Denon was right.

"Fine," Vordel grunted.

"Thank you. Now, let us go some get some breakfast and try to put this behind us, yeah?"

"Yeah, sure."

Denon wandered down the steps, happy that he and Vordel had dodged that bullet. In truth, the major problem wasn't Vordel telling the story. No, the major problem was telling it to the Argonian. Something about her seemed off to Denon. Something deep down in his heart told him that she was... well.... wicked. He didn't know what it was. But something wasn't right.