Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181023230058/@comment-7262318-20181030015707

"Well... he's, uhm... he's made a lot of trouble in Markarth.... he's got a bounty on his head that could set up someone for life. He's scared half to death someone's gonna rat him out," Torus shook his head.

"What he doesn't realize, though, is most people hate the Silver-Bloods and don't give a rat's ass about whatever bounties they've got out this week. Especially considering that the puppets running the damn Silver-Blood organization now are nothing but fools and scrawny noblemen who couldn't intimidate a fly." He popped open the bottle and took a swig.

"In fact, he kinda incited the townsfolk against them... he gave them hope. Got away from it, and now people think they can too... they don't realize he's too afraid to truly face them..." He frowned. "Good kid though, good kid... but I'm sorry, I'm getting off track."

He sat his brandy down. "You're hunting those two monsters. I'm hunting those two monsters. And I feel that at this moment, you need all the help you can get..."

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"That's a little rude, Reina... I know Marsik is an ass and a half, but the rest were okay, yeah?" Shrava frowned

"What were those tentacles from?" Mirora asked, curiously.

"Spider legs, my dear Mirora, Spider Legs..."

"They're certainly interesting..." Rolf offered. "They sound like they don't like each other very much though..."

"Oh, they do... they just bicker... like family," Shrava explained.

"Not to humans, they're not," Alvoran shook his head. "They're not very fond of me..."