Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-25101508-20141120223149

"No, no, don't kill anyone unless I say so. I was just giving it as an example. And all the crates were already moved. Go, enjoy yourself with the fifteen Septims I gave you. You could get a room and a drink and come back. Anyway, I'll be on the ship for a couple minutes before joining my compatriots in the brothels," Rolph Spicer walked onto the Laughing Spicer.

The ship captain began writing in a book and was mumbling everything that he was putting on paper, "Five hundred of the Sentinel spices. Another five for the wines. A thousand for the nectars. Another thousand for the cheeses from Wayrest. Syinter, Nord, ten years old. Also, I should send word to Daerch about my newest employee."

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