Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-5824038-20150423192333

Meledran unslung his rifle, and handed it over. He also gave the Orc his pistol. Now that his rapier had been broken, he had nothing left but those. 'Well, shall we go and play some liar's dice, then?'

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The 'library' turned out to be two bookcases and a few piles of books strewn about, with a small gaslamp hanging in the centre of the room. Divine Intervention by the Aurorans of Luminem lay face-up on the nearest pile. It was leather-bound, with a silver embroidered angel on it. Inside, the writing was periodically interrupted with simple sketches, more detailed drawings, and sometimes proper pictures. A lot of them would seem familiar to Lyrissa, reminding her of her home.

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'Take off your clothes? No, no. We'll leave that for the seedier pubs of Samarkand,' the Dunmer said. 'We just need to check for any weapons. He moved forward, and patted Henryk's clothing all over, checking for any concealed items.

Meanwhile, the Khajiit looked over the things Henryk had handed over. 'Seems all clear to this one, we should let him pass.'

'Very well, here yougo,' the Dunmer said, handing Henryk back their things. 'Enjoy your time in Samarkand, and avoid trouble.'

With that, they stepped aside, and gestured to the dirt track heading north.