Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160109004446/@comment-24123288-20160109231457

The Dunmer sighed as she stretched and sat up properly. "You forget Tal. I'm...crazy."

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Miri beamed and slowly advanced on the Slaver. "Say...I'm looking for a Breton." She said, placing her greatsword against the Dunmers chest. "Wouldn't happen to have one, would you?"

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Zaydate gasped at the smoke before backing up and grabbing Scire and Hawkes shoulders.

Oh gods...save us.

"Guys...N-naomi.."