Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171107212103/@comment-17114085-20171117084716

(@Zoor: They aren't at a table, this argument broke out on their way to the palace.

@Red: They already put everything into carts for the trip to Stendarr's Hold? Since all their supplies would be inside the cargo holds of the numerous ships they came on. I think it would take at least a good hour or two to get everything, especially since they would need to rent or buy some carts.)

The diplomat scoffed as they walked away. "What are centuries to a people that have lived here for many millenium." He muttered mostly to himself. He straightened his hat and composed himself once more.

Kyrnil was annoyed. He grunted with irritation at this bickering. ''Is this what I came all the way to Hammerfell for? While Ortis struggles in Skyrim to protect our home against invaders...''

The diplomat resumed walked and the Breton detachment followed suit.

The guard escort waved the small crowd that had gathered away and they continued towards the Sultan's Palace.

Ysabel looked over at her half-brother. "So do we follow?"

Kyr shrugged. "At this point if we don't accept their offer we risk jeopardizing our alliance with the Redguards. Let's go meet this Sultan."

The Nord detachment followed after the Bretons.