Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-24141785-20150607095552

Iylair looked around the busy streets of Cheydinhal, party goers excited about the event. She had pondered how, even through the Draugr crisis, they were still hosting it at night. She didn't care too much; she was only here to assassinate Rikke. Even though she was on a mission and a mission only, she was looking forward to the event. Iylair barely does anything outside of missions; when she does she is punished for it.

She sighed, taking a deep breath, "It should start soon..."

Faulvir turned to the altmer, looking seemingly confused, "Your excited?"

"Not at all..." The altmer lied, glancing away from the elf, "I just want to get this over with."

Faulvir shook his head, "If you say so..."