Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161212045904/@comment-24280666-20161212154459

"Again!" Shouted the elf, the torch light reflecting off his Glass Armor, creating the illusion of fire on the sewer floor.

"Halgrim, watch your left flank, and Ferrin, make sure to take advantage of the openings." the elf commanded, directing his voice at two children, each holding twin wooden daggers. One of them was an Altmer, and the other was a Nord.

"Go!"

The Nord gripped both his daggers with all of his might and charged at the Altmer, but the Altmer was quicker. He rolled forwards, into the oncoming Nord, feinting to his right, then bringing up his sword across his left arm. The Nord let out a dissapointed sigh, while the Altmer shouted in excitement.

"Very good. Reminds me of a move I once made. Except, those daggers were far from wooden. In anycase, I think it's high time for some supper, don't you think?"

The two children shook hands and left the training area, leaving just the Bosmer. He smiled to himself, picking up the training daggers and returning them to their proper chest.

"A quick one, isn't he? And the blonde one, so untrained..." said a deep Redguard voice from behind the Bosmer.

"Well Melnibone, I'm certainly understanding why the Nords prefer battle-axes to daggers. He'll learn, they always do." the Bosmer smiled, turning to face Melnibone.

"I suppose I shouldn't doubt the one who has kept the Guild afloat for twenty years." Melnibone laughed, his scimitar drinking in the scarce light from the troch sconces.

"Well, I suppose it's time for us to eat, wouldn't you say? I've been told Nesros has cooked up quite the feast tonight." Elric smiled, joining Melnibone as they walked towards the dining area.