Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20191016010235/@comment-7262318-20191025010146

"Fraud!" The voice chanted. In the darkness, two familiar sets of eyes suddenly lit up, and the long, serpent-like net they were connected to rose up into the sky.

"You are weak."

The wind was blowing incredibly fast now, threatening to knock them over...

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"Well, they all saddled up and headed towards Stormcloak land," Faida said. "Geoffrey and his wife... they worked down the street, ran the general store. Went down to Markarth to find work. Borskar, the big clod, he ran off to Windhelm when his cousin ended up dying in Solitude... Ri'Jarn, he packed his things up and said he was going to try and get back to Eleswyr..."

She looked on at the end. "He'd sit right down there and order the same drink every day. Some Khajiit thing, I couldn't pronounce it. We didn't serve it at first but he got us a recipe and paid us good money to make it..."