Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-29559990-20150722185951

The Dunmer glanced at his crossbow, and then back at Daithi. The other men looked up and got their weapons ready. Some took hostages to keep the freakishly athletic Bosmer.

The dark elf now wore a look of anger. He looked as if he was going to pounce on the small elf and rip him into pieces. But then, he broke out into a horrible howl of laughter. His men laughed with worry.

"Gotta give the boy credit!" The dunmer announced. "He came all the way through the roof to see my show! And might I say, what an entrance as well! You may have a future in show business, my friend!"

He slowly opened the door. "You know what! Let's give em a free try out! Right now! And while your trying out..."

The dunmer poked his head out the door. "Oh, Merry MEEEE-EEEN!" He called out. Soon, the streets of Whiterun were filled with the screams of citizens and the clanging of swords.

He turned back to the Bannered Mare patrons. "Now! I take my leave! ENJOY THE SHOW!" With that, the Elf busted out the door and ran into the chaos. The men in the bannered mare began their attack. 5 of them went after Daithi. The rest attempted to attack the Patrons.