Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190324112237/@comment-25828117-20190410061256

At the stables they saw two men. A barechested red-green argonian stood by Forta, holding Hircine's spear and a Wood elf that sat on Meyline's horse.

"Gyah! Go pony, go!" The wood elf yelled as he flicked the reins in an effort to escape making the horse rear slightly before thundering out of stable and gallop towards the main road, hoping to get past the three of them. He was hoping they would be smart enough to get out of the way.

Graicus meanwhile could only look at the argonian with pure hatred. That was his spear, HIS!