Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-5583506-20170802025031

Bethany gently took his hand into her own and stood up, unsure of how to proceed. "Uhm... what sort of dance? I only know of the kind where you..." She nodded with her head at his other hand. "... put your hand on my hip and lead me with the other. Whatever that one is called."

If stares were able to kill, which they were in some heroes' cases, Saint would've left the room in a head basket. The Guildmaster had clearly been up to something in his chambers, seeing as there were plenty of books lying about and a map over northern Cyrodiil rolled out on the table as if he was looking for something in particular.

"Drac is doing fine", the Guildmaster replied bitterly, with little to no interest, as he returned to whatever research he was conducting. "Onto the topic, Saint. I don't have time for you. Nor do you answer to me any longer."

"Heh, they look cute", Ylva shrugged, watching the pairs line up for the dance. "Wish we could do something similar, but the bunch are so talentless that they can't replace you." She glanced up at Jerus.