Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312004928

Mi'Siri was considered handsome and graceful, even by human standards. Her fur was white with a slight tint of blue and she had purple stripes, almost aching to black, covering most of her body. Her eyes where white with a black slit in the middle. She looked as if she truly had been born and belonged in the cold climate of Skyrim, which made her quite the popular tourist attraction for visiting Nord men. Usually she would give these potential customers a seductive and coy smile, but as soon as she heard this stranger's sudden outburst, she did not smile

The Khajiit woman gasped. "Sy... Sybil is dead?"

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Sibern rode up to the stables of Riften and sat off his horse. He approached the door of the nearby cabin and lightly knocked. A light suddenly shone from within the windows as the door opened.

An elderly Nord man with a bent back stepped out to greet the travelers with a lantern raised to his furrowed face. "Who goes there?" said the old one with a hoarse voice. "What do you want?"