Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141006193518/@comment-5824038-20141013190808

(Yeah, you can have all the explosives you want! :)  )

'I just... I want to progress as much as anyone else,' the Emperor said, turning to Louis. 'It's just that... I'm not sure about this change being brought about by daedra. You people haven't been a part of Mundus for centuries, and now that you've suddenly turned up... it's all very quick. It's the same reason my daughter is anxious about going to Luminem with you. It's the same reason I'm anxious about becoming dependant upon you people. We have to work things out for ourselves. Now, I'm willing to give you the materials, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for you to start bringing about new ages. We all know how that turned out last time you interfered too much, back during the Oblivion Crisis.'

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Sofia had been asking after a cartographer for hours. Finally, she got lucky.

'That'll be Draloth, outlander. Just down the road there.'

'Thanks,' she replied.

She walked down the road, and entered the shop. It smelled of old parchment, and was lit by a small gas lamp hanging from the ceiling. Barrels of old maps and small chests littered the shop, and rolled up parchment was lying all over the floor.

'Yes, outlander? What can I do for you?' asked an aging Dunmer man.

'I'm looking for old maps of the area.'

'Whatever for? A modern one is much more useful.'

'I need ones showing the Dwarven ruins to the east of here.'

'Ah! You mean Arkngthand! Yes, yes, of course... here's one... and another... yes... these will tell you about where it lies.'

'Thank you very much. How much money?'

'Oh, 20 drakes should cover it.'

'Here.' Sofia handed over the money, took the maps, and walked out of the shop.