Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-5543592-20150901003037

Pierre had come to watch the soldiers go by, looking interested.

Well now, a battle? Oh no, he couldn't miss this. Things might blow up! He couldn't even imagine the possible explosions.

"Look, lady.'  Pierre had been in the mild of unsuccesful haggling and now was just giving up.  "Take this."  He plopped a bag of Septims on the counter.  "And just give me something to eat. Shits about to get real over there."

Incanus, on the other hand, was skittish. He wanted out of the city. He did not want to see a battle. He wasn't a coward, no, in fact  he was quite brave. He just wasn't a warrior. In fact, he got slightly sick at the sight of blood.

He hung at the edge of the marketplace, watching everything go by. After a moment, he headed back to the inn, but stopped short. There were curiousities nearby. His own magical senses alerted him to powerful beings nearby. In fact, the scent of them was overwhelming. How could a high concetration of such entities end up in one place?