Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20160530212729/@comment-768817-20160603010746

After a few minutes the fighting fizzled out, with each side grabbing their wounded and fleeing. The Shadows out the back door, and the Black Hearts from the front. Leaving the corpses of three Argonians, and two Summerset Shadows, one slumped over the bar, with his head smashed to Oblivion, and the rest strewn throughout, but it was unlikely all the wounded would survive the night. The City Watchmen were, besides ample cuts and bruises, for the most part uninjured. One walked up, taking the coin purse off of the belt of the dead Altmer over the bar, and emptying it out on its surface. He counted through it, took a handful for himself, and announced "Drinks on him!" laughing coarsely.

Another guard picked up the Altmer hand, he had severed during the fight. "I'm keeping this." he chuckled.

A bar worker would later drag the corpses to the curb, out front, and begin mopping the floor, as it quickly returned to business as usual there.

Sarkelph sat down at his desk and started looking through papers, as he continued to talk to Elandra. "They requested to meet at the abandoned Rat Dove Hotel in the slums of the Elven Gardens District. There are six Thalmor agents waiting to accompany you there, in the lobby. Stay alert in the wolves' den, Elandra. It could be a trap."

He dismissed her as he filled out some forms.

Izmore, S'Dalaar, and Edgar saw as wounded Argonians raced out of the front doors of the Cask and Flask.

Cosnen entered the room of his most frequented bath. Willem DuFontaine sat turned around in the water, demonstrating something on a piece of parchment set on the floor, with Leonitus and Coventia Androgenous and Danton Gorray leaning over his shoulder, watching. Across the bath Largus and Gwenheld Syros sat wrapped together, talking quietly, with Mavil Salerion sitting next to them. "Ah! Cosnen! You'll appreciate this." He said water dripping off his thick, round, steam covered glasses; a rare accoutrement, but one of a dire necessity for the councilman, as he was almost completely blind without them.

He held out the thick metal rod, for Cosnen to see. "It is my latest invention; a self-inking quill!" with that Danton turned around and slid into the water, until it just touched his jawline. "It's ridiculous. It will never catch on." He said with a tone both offended and dismissive.

As Willem went to demonstrate a splash, originating from a swift chop to the water by Lady Syros, drenched the parchment and the device. DuFontaine looked up to Cosnen flustered, as the Syroses began to giggle. "Ehm... Per- Perhaps I will show you later."

Leonitus chimed in as he and his sister sat down. "I think it's wonderful, but you must make it prettier. Who would want to use something so ugly?"

"It's good to see you Cosnen. Sempner said he would be coming today, as well. We might have quite the party." Coventia said.

"Oh, my dear sweet Coventia!" Leonitus interjected. "Sempner isn't coming. Conservatives don't bathe!" And with that punchline the other three began to laugh.