Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20160913141844/@comment-25175520-20160918190735

(See, Red, this is why you get them to write and sign their character card in blood.)

"There it is. Walk in and say you're there for the Daedra. Hear that? Dae-dra."

Soren's gaze followed the Bosmer's finger to the barracks room. "Daedra," he mumbled, the vowels slow and thick. He looked down at the Bosmer's outstretched hand and stared at it.

"Gold," he sighed. "One piece is what I said."

Fishing a gold coin from a pouch at his waist, Soren held it before him. The Elf nodded slowly, prompting him to slap it into his hand. Content, he swiftly turned and vanished into the square, leaving Soren standing. "Here for the Daedra. Here for the Daedra," he continued. Soren made his way to the barracks and thumped heavily on the wooden door.