Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-19164168-20170920034251

"Eh, last bottle. That mead is nearing extinction." the Innkeeper noted, "As for the Knight-Captain, he's always around the entrance of Daggerfall Castle. Hard to miss the guy." he added.

"Anything else aside mead? Like snacks?"

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The argument was cut short when one of the men noted that it was their chance to finally set the stage for a coup against the King of Daggerfall, before both went into the room they were in to wait until nightfall.

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"They're older than they look indeed. I lost 3 family members thanks to assassins. Even so, my children should move on like I did, lest they dishonor the memory of my youngest daughter, and my eldest daughter and her unborn child." Alan noted.

"As for how we stay in power, I'll tell you the secret recipe; Fear." he told Illya.

"The lesser people of Daggerfall fear us, yet they know that they need us. It's like with the sheep going with the shepherd over being devoured by the wolves. Makes sense, no?

I was hoping that the people do not need to fear my family and friends, but they are unruly, a consequence of the freedoms that spoiled them like overcoddled children. If you cannot make your children learn their lessons, how can they ever grow up to be wise in the future?

This is why I slew the last Royal Family and ended the democracy of Daggerfall, because if I let it remain, there would be no decision for the kingdom, and irrational people will end up ruling, as they consider opinions more than even this kingdom I rule now. And no, I do not like and will not like stick up for oppressed minorities."

In his mind, Alan allowed the Altmer to have a refugee camp outside the walls of Daggerfall in the first place due to how he saw some use for them in the future, yet refused to state his true intentions for them to Illya, as he did not trust her enough yet.

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The inn was business as usual, with few customers during the actual work hours until around the hours of lunch and dinner, and after work hours. Still, Stauntax could feel that the city itself was somehow... monitored in merely every corner, yet dark alleyways remained unpatrolled for whatever reason.