Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190125120301/@comment-7262318-20190206031022

"Yes well suffice to say, we are not on speaking terms with the Empire," Dalacon said, beginning to lead him on a sort of tour of the building as they talked.

"After our dismissal, I began thinking quite a bit about or excursion on Nightloom," Dalacon explained. "I recognize we all had a great... distrust for the Dragonborn. And trust me when I say that I am no fan of his either.... but I stand here and realize he may have had a point."

As they walked, Varun could see quite a large amount of equipment lying strewn about. Weapons, grindstones, workbenches, and tailoring tools, all looking quite worn out and rusted. They had not seen use in a long time.

"The Thalmor lies in the hands of men who had no quarrels with what happened on Nightloom. The Empire is now under the hand of the most vicious rat I've ever encountered. And the rest of our supposed leaders, I would trust a rattlesnake more than I would them."

Dalacon shook his head as they came to the back part of the fortress. It appeared to be a sort of cavernous section, with old training dummies and arrow targets set up. He saw a man in the corner, laying in punches and kicks on a training dummy.

"Suffice to say... true law and morality seems to be in a premium at this moment."