Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116082731/@comment-19164168-20200104144049

A sudden burst of winds erupted from inside the tent and tore it apart and doused the flames, leaving Mihra and the three Stormcloaks in the open as the trio of Nords groaned from pain from the former's assault.

"Alright, what's going on here? One wrong move, and my blades will cut deep." Mihra questioned the officers.

"What..?! Who are you..?!"

"Your personal demise if you don't answer my questions right now. Tell me; What's going on?"

"You blind and deaf, girl..?! We're besieging the city to take it from these Cabal insurgents..!"