Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-28667390-20170201212622

The meeting room of Bruma...

"Sir, our scouts have reported back." Otfried said to Ylgar, who was busy managing the shipments.

"And?" Ylgar asked.

"The Imperials are flooding Chorrol day by day, and the witch-elves' king is reported to have marched straight through the Imperial City where the counts of Cyrodiil were--"

"Dammit!" Ylgar shouted.

"I told you never to trust the Imperials, they're rotten, they are."

"Shut the hell up!" Ylgar snapped, "Do not forget who's king."

"Yes, sir, forgive my insolence. The problem remains for us to act against, m'lord."

"Yes, it does, tell the Stormblades to meet me along with the spy masters."

"Aye, sir!" Otfried saluted.