Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-29458028-20150620142931

"Hmm, maybe. I'll think over it. Or maybe Scarlett (do you know why?). Guess it could work for me. I might pay a visit again sooner or later, but for now, goodbye" smiled Lyrissa as she departed. If she was going to be a lady, she might as well look like a proper lady, not someone's overly pretty bodyguard.

That meant selling the sword she carried, getting a nice dress and perhaps having a sense of refinement. Then again, if she sold her sword (it IS a daedric sword, in a sense), she would get into a tonne of trouble. Too much trouble.

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Levith had finished the third bottle. His Auroran physiology had preventec him from getting drunk, but he was dreaming that he was with Aurora again, and they were older and married, with children. Then his dream faded and he was staring into nothingness. It wasn't a nightmare, no. It was ... comforting darkness.

An experience which cleared the mind and prepared it for what he needed to do. He had a mission to finish. He would finish that mission. And when he was done, he would go back to Luminem and finish his father's work. Everyone who had a hand in Aurora's death (he dunno she is alive) would have to pay.