Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191130184420/@comment-5543592-20191202194140

"We're all set?" Scaldor called back.

"I believe so." Nyasia said, doing a quick head count.

"Alright, time te hit this cunt." He muttered, uncaring that the polite company overheard.

The driver whipped the reins and the horses started off, hooves clipping-clopping on the paving stones, the carriage rocking whenever it hit the occassional bump.

"Few things ye need te know about the Count." Scaldor called back, briefing them. "Middle aged, hates his wife, hates his all his kids but 'is youngest daughter.  Drinks a lot, big talker.  Talented statesmen, Anvil's got'te full treasury 'cause ov'him.  Daedra problem started up two weeks back, but he keep'uh lid on it.  'Parently, it's killed'uh few people."