Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-25828117-20190908212057

"Perhaps he will change. Perhaps not..." Lysilde made it clear which of those two statements she believed to be more likely.

"In the meantime it is best to stay away from him. He take pleasure out of breaking things. Breaking people. You do not want to become bitter at such a young age." Her green eyes locked with Mozu's and revealed the sincerity of her words. Perhaps she was speaking from experience.

Emile was joined by a crew member. A khajiit that smelled like a badly kept housecat and a crooked grin. A part of the khajiit's feline upper-lip was missing from a scar that ran down all the way to his chin, revealing the tan-skin underneath his grey fur.

"You like fish soup, stranger?"