Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161212045904/@comment-25073873-20161219061012

"We travel in from Skryim. Not our allies so they will not suspect a thing" said Aeorin, as he was lying down on Emilia's back with his hands on her shoulders and gripping them tightly, pressing the hyperactive girl down as she struggled. He didn't have any other way to restrain her, and didn't seem aware it looked very suggestive.

"We can have a fancy carriage and all. An artist wandering Tamriel to paint landscapes is hardly a suspicious thing. I mean, there are so many landscapes and all."