Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20160530212729/@comment-26801133-20160609094244

"Oh, my bad. My manners must have gone down with my drink. This one is called S'Dalaar the Snowcat. A name written in history from generation to generation. Well, at least in the inns and taverns of Tamriel, hah!" He turned to the barkeep and shouted: "More of your ale! And make it strong!" Once the barkeep brought him another ale, S'Dalaar turned to his friends again. "In all honesty, these Thalmor are a bunch of nasty bitches. All of them. I had dealings with them in the past. But sadly, all the power and coin is with them in this city. I don't know about you guys, but I don't intend to rot here for the rest of my life. One day I will break out. But until then, a cat's gotta do what it can to survive." Before he continued, he chugged down half of his ale and belched. "Sorry. Anyway, this bar fight presents an opportunity. The guardsmen seem to be incapable of tracking down troublemakers, so they have put a bounty on whoever can bring down these gangs. A nice and juicy bounty. So what do you guys think? How about a team-up? And we will split-up the reward."