Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170518153821/@comment-2165692-20170709211732

"Well, it's in Rivenspire, so towering, flinty crags, windswept moors, narrow canyons. It's an oppressive and threatening environment. Otherwise I can't really say, I rarely ventured outside of Shornhelm castle." Alyssa stated

Beynjolf leads him down into the actual cistern and heads up the ramp where another man was standing."Mercer? This is the one I was talking about...our new recruit." Brujolf told him.

The man glanced at Aventus then turned to Brynjolf and said "This better not be another waste of the Guild's resources, Brynjolf." He then turned to Aventus "Before we continue, I want to make one thing perfectly clear. If you play by the rules, you walk away rich. You break the rules and you lose your share. No debates, no discussions... you do what we say, when we say. Do I make myself clear?"

The Centurion breathes hot steam down on it's body in order to hit the elf.