Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170518153821/@comment-2165692-20170624232701

Egil fakes an Imperial accent. "Merely inspection of the Imperial fortification of Markarth, Stormcloaks and especially Forsworn have been spotted in the Reach" he said as he passed through the gate.

Nazrei looked at them "Here, bring him this." she said as she held out two Minor healing potions, "It's not much, but it'll keep him going. More serious treatment will have to wait until he's out."

Rulindil fell to the ground, his insides steadily frying until he turned to a pile of ash.

"Give it up, Brynjolf...those days are over." A man who seemed to be the Bartender said from the other side of the pool of water.

"I'm telling you, this one is different..." Another man said, it was Brynjolf, he had changed into his thieves guild armor now.

"We've all heard that one before, Bryn! Quit kidding yourself.." A brute in Leather armor told him, neither seemed to believe him.

"It's time to face the truth, old friend. You, Vex, Mercer... you're all part of a dying breed. Things are changing!" the bartender told him.

at this point Brynjolf turned his head only slightly "Dying breed, eh? Well what do you call that then?" he looked straight at Aventus.

Enkaris' best seemed to be enough, at least as he kept his distance and didn't disturb any Chaurus Hunter cocoons, which were spread far and wide throughout Blackreach.