Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20160127195713/@comment-26446054-20160202205647

A pair of disgruntled Thalmor guards soon passed through a gate beside Roland, grumbling.

"So, we all have to be ready for the orders at dawn in case our informant friend comes back with the information people higher up need."

"We're essentially sleeping in mud with a chance of just more waiting, then."

"Yeah."

As they walked, they did not notice Roland, the first speaker sighing into the night air and taking off his golden Elven helmet.

"You know, I wonder what would happen if we torched the warehouse."

"We'd be punished, but hey, it'd be a nice show, since they're holding some weird ingredients in there."