Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-19164168-20191125074628

"Alaina." the Breton lady introduced her name to Torsten, crossing her arms.

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When Brass-Eyes got enough of the sea's bounty, he went to begin preparing the fist to be fileted and the meat to be dried up accordingly.

After all was said and done, he decided to head for the inn, but found what seemed to be a cat standing in front of his path.

The cat meowed as what looked like a small missive could be seen in front of it.

"Hm." the Argonian picked up the letter to read it's contents.

''Meet me at the Outlaws Refuge. Let the one with the bell lead the way.''

"Okay then. Let's stick together." Brass-Eyes told the cat, with the ... trained feline starting to make their way for unknown paths in the city for the Argonian to follow, which he did so without much difficulty.