Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-5735114-20150608134247

(You're so mean to me...)

The two of them walked away, tailed by the three or four other Thalmor at the party. They didn't know what was going between the two of them, and didn't want to interfere in it.

Carciril and Arnonil had been fast friends for a long time, served in the Thalmor side by side and had their bond stregthened by the flames of war. For a time, they were nearly inseperable. Then, at some point they were sent to investigate a Talos worshipper living alone on a farm. They were gone for a few days, and when they'd returned, there had been a barrier of sorts between them. What had happened was on a need-to-know basis, and everyone preferred it kept that way.

"Mind telling me what the hell that was back there?" hissed Arnoril, well out of earshot of the Nord.

"You know very well," replied Carciril, "You have your opinions, and I have mine."

There was a tense pause, which Arnoril eventually broke.

"What kind of an Altmer are you?"