Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151109032050

Myvryna had gotten herself lost in the following chaos. People were running left and right around her and she soon became somewhat disoriented. She knew that the servants' quarters weren't reserved for her ilk during situations like these, but she really needed to get a hold of her weekly wages before everything went straight to hell.

Danric had been observant of the people passing by his temporary hideout. So far no young Dunmer maids had been seen. A couple of middle-aged ones, a few Bretons down on their luck and even a Nord, otherwise there were no youngsters to be seen. That was until he saw those slender limbs pass him by, the skirts dragging into the floor.

A Dunmer. A young and pretty one at that. Unmistakably it had to be her...

But why?

Maybe the client hadn't been trying to send him into certain death, but maybe the client hadn't foreseen a situation like this either. Whatever was going on, he couldn't allow it to dampen his chances. He needed to follow her.

Myvryna panted loudly as she managed to find her way back to her chambers. She was completely out of breath after running up and down several staircases. But here was her stop. She would be quick about it and just grab her wages and be on her way before the chambers were occupied.

As she entered the room it seemed that she was already too late, as some noble already had occupied them...