Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150404064321/@comment-29458028-20150413073534

Raytheon casually sent an ice spike through a cockroach, killing it instantly, before he sat on a rickety bed and said "ok guys, sleep. Tomorrow we take Lanaya back to my house first, then from there we take a carriage back to Cyrodiil."

Raytheon might have been a rich boy, but he didn't seem to mind sleeping in the poorest part of the city, since he slept in worse places before.