Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151216005727/@comment-29559990-20151220230306

There didn't seem to be a right moment. Kazrris was being loaded onto the table as we speak. The Merged stood motionless, like they were being controlled to do so. Human beings (or what once was), acting like dwemer machines. All controlled by one source. But how could Tozein control their thinking? Perhaps a weapon? Or maybe even a spell?

Thankfully, Kaz's cat eyes spotted the Argonian in the dark, and those eyes widened. "H-Hey, Tozein," Kaz said hastily.

"Hm?"

"Could... Could the Khajiit have one last word? Before he's perfected?"

"Why would I wish to hear the last words of an imperfection?"

"Well... I wanted to offer some advice? You know... on your perfections!"

"Nonsense!" Tozein spat. "Who are you to lecture on the principle of perfection!"

The stall was working. Zaydate had time....