Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20150422184537

The guard looked up. It was a young Khajiit, still with soft fur behing his ears. He was more humanoid than most Khajiit, but still definitely cat-like. His companion was a Dunmer of around the same age. Both wore rusted iron armour, and had a halberd in their hands and a rifle slung across their backs.

'A traveller, huh?' the Khajiit asked in its silky voice. 'Funny, we rarely get wanderers these days. Not since that incident half a year ago, when everyone thought the Empire was going to be infiltrated by Daedra. To Falkreath, you say? Well, this one doesn't really know why you would want to go there.'

'Working the slag heaps, I suppose,' the Dunmer said in a bored voice. 'Well, you will need some form of identification, and if you were asked to work here then you'll need a work slip. If you're just looking for a job, then you will be given a slip to say so. Also, we will do a weapon search.'

'That is all that you have to do. Border controls have been relazed of late, this one doesn't know why. Still, protocol is protocol. Have you been to Samarkand before?'