Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150323223801/@comment-25038310-20150326200616

((Agreed.))

Thomas and Antoine just exited the Drunken Huntsman, and noticed Ordinators and soldiers of the Dragon Ordinators running over to the Wind district.

"Thomas, what is..?"

"Apparently, the Ghost-Wolves are under attack by the Dragon ordinators of the cit, dear brother. We should lend them a hand."

Antoine scoffed, crossing his arms. "They declined our offer to partner up - they deserve nothing better. If they don't want to work with us, let them."

Thomas looked at his brother, his brow rising. "Antoine - if the Ghost-Wolves do not wish to work with us, we can let it and them be. But the enemy of the enemy is our ffiend - and if we stand idly by, we cannot claim that we serve innocent civillians and the people of Tamriel, if we let those with the same cause die." He cocked his head as he smirked. "Now, don your mask, grab your weapons, and let us leave."

Antoine stood for a few moments, glaring at the keep in the distance, before he donned his grey and black bandana and hood. Thomas did the same, letting his white blond hair fall across his eyes. In two purple flashes, the two dissapeared, and they started stealthily making their way across the city towards the Wind district.