Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-26103034-20160224202344

Azirath approached the room, knocking on the door and leaning on a wall. After a few seconds a voice replied.

"Yeah?"

Azirath pushed open the door to find a cloaked and hooded Imperial standing ready in the centre of the room. On one desk, various equipment was spread out - weapons, lockpicks and more. There was a single bed at the end, the cover shoved to the end in a mess.

The woman was standing in the middle, pointing a flintlock directly at Azirath. In her other hand she held a glistening sabre and she seemed to be positioned ready for a fight. What could be seen of her skin was white but freckled and some ginger hair was poking out from her hood.

"Who are you?" she demanded, struggling to keep her voice from trembling, "What do you want with me?"

"I don't want to hurt you," said the Dunmer, instictively stepping back and raising his hands, "My name is Azirath Soliron. I heard you had an airship."

"Don't lie to me!" shouted the girl, "What have you done with them?"

"I swear, I haven't done anything," said Azirath, in earnest.

"Prove it," she said, simply.

"I can't," replied Azirath, his hands falling to his sides, "I don't even know what has happened, but I'm trying to find out."

The girl slowly lowered her pistol, before whimpering, "Help me."

Azirath nodded, approaching the woman and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"What's your name?" he asked, grabbing two chairs from the desk and placing them facing each other. He sat on one and the woman took the other.

"Alynia. My name's Alynia."

"Alynia. Nice name."

Alynia gave a small smile, taking down her hood. She had golden brown eyes and long ginger hair. Her skin was smooth and freckled in a quietly beautiful way.

"I travel from place to place. I was stopped here for the celebrations when, well, when it all happened. I tried to stop it all, but someone I was with - a friend - ran away. I stayed with him to make sure he was safe and then - later, when I was back here - he- his- I- ... I don't know how to explain it. His eyes were burning, glowing and then he disappeared."

Azirath started to rise, "Burning? What sort of person was he? What did he do?"

"Um, a Khajiit. He travelled with me, said he was in my debt."

"No chance he had secrets?" said Azirath opening the door, "You said you had an airship, right?"

"Um, yes. I mean, no, I don't think so. But yes, I do have an airship."

"Good," nodded Azirath, "Good, good."

They were now hurrying up the stairs, coming to the room with the Sign of the Pheonix in.

Azirath stepped inside upon seeing Arnaud, saying, "Arn, we need to -"

He stopped short at the sight of the glowing sign.