Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171023142236/@comment-19164168-20171202204733

"Be careful of what you say there, Illya." Leon sighed.

"When ideals and reality collide, it is very reality that loses in the collision course." he warned, not because he was much of a pessimistic man himself, but rather did not want Illya to go through the same humiliation he went through.

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At the Daggerfall docks, the Star of Northpoint, an old-generation prototype schooner owned by a mysterious privateer, prepared to sail after loading up enough supplies for the journey to Rivenspire. It's crew of various races from all over Tamriel were eager to see the open ocean again, having grown fond of travelling by sea.

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"I'm glad that you see it my way. The way of many before me as well. Some can call you a murderer, but is self-defense an act of murder?" Alan asked Hannund. Taking one more sip from his goblet, he set it down and gave the knight a look at the eyes.

If the latter observed carefully, his eyes were filled with hate. But where the hatred was pointed was obvious yet obscure, but one can tell that he was bitter and reeked of contempt.

"Now, onto business. Do you wish me to explain the details, or cut right to it?" he asked Hannund.