Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160414174046/@comment-3293219-20160416204504

"Twenty seven, I understand that it's different for... none elves, that would make me an adult in their eyes. But in Elf Years I'm barely an adult at all.

I'm like... The human equivelant of sixteen." The Bosmer shrugged.

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"Well, I wanted to find this guy, my target but I couldn't... nobody could tell me where he was and I can very... persuasive.

So... I broke into some guy's room, a guy who knew for sure. Long story short, I wasn't expecting him to come home but he did and so, thinking quickly, I threw one of his wife's dresses on and lay down on the bed, facing the wall.

I was so damn lucky, his wife was apparently a red head and had short hair... or maybe he just didn't get a good look at me. Either way, he was about to join me in bed and his security chief starts talking to him at the door, neither of them noticed me, so I just listened in." Jude explained, with a shrug.

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"I've been ready since I nearly got my leg chopped off." The Breton shrugged with a sigh.