Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-24141785-20150607101048

The altmer knew that, without going in with guests, she would be instantly spotted out. Taking a deep breath and sighing, she walked over to a group consisting of a nord, dunmer and breton. Iylair felt around for her dagger, making sure it was there, before walking over.

"Ain't everyone?"

So I guess they are here for this thing to...huh?

Iylair walked over, pushing her hair away from her eyes, "Most people here aren't even coming to celebrate."

She bowed in front of them, "Iylair Loreal...5th com..."

She stuttered, blushing, "Daughter of a bastard farmer." She eventually replied, lying.