Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-25828117-20190905140100

"Bah, it's alright." Shrava shrugged, finding it to be sort of tasteless.

Lysilde did not dally however. She dismounted Morin, leaving him in the trust of Emile and walked up a khajiit that might've been the ship's first mate.

The rest were treated by the sight of a caravan's worth of goods being loaded off the ship. And accompanied with them was a cat, dressed in finery. The small creature had a sort of turban on, and pearl necklaces.

"Don't break any of that, or this one will have your hides made into carpets!" A deep voice came from the small kitty.