Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151209203133/@comment-5543592-20151216015437

"Sir, I haven't-"

"You didn't even look."

The merchant sighed, and yanked the picture from the thug's hand, and scanned it. He pursed his lips.

"I've... seen a woman like this, actually.  Don't get many Dunmer who look like that." Indeed. Myvryna was both clean and attractive. She was hard to miss.

"Where'd she go?"

"The foreman's office, for the mill... what do you want with her?"

The thug snatched the sketch back from the merchant's hand, signalled to his friend, and they began marching to the foreman's office.

The speech ended on a note of where any of the new initiates could all report to their duties, depending on where they had been called to or assigned earlier in the day. Nacar's group, surprisingly or not, hadn't been mentioned.

"Well," Hlaalu said, as the meal was set out. Some kind of western delicacy. "This looks excellent.  Give my compliments to Yafreem."

The server nodded, a long twisting scar that went from his cheekbone down along his jaw to his chin catching the light as he lifted his bowed head. You didn't get a scar like that from serving food. The man was also well built, defined, powerful muscles tight against his sever's clothes.

Hlaalu paid it no attention. Perhaps he had given the serf the scar himself. Perhaps the man was a transport in from a plantation. Regardless, he dug into his food without much ado.