Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20180228012402/@comment-7262318-20180228210117

"You alright?" Xavier quietly asked Eselde.

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Baros had little to say, and quietly ate his food. His mind was still stuck on his son...

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"You come to my home, and now you demand to leave with not only one of mine, but with my 'support' in a hair-brained scheme? No thank you, you may take your fellowship and leave,"

"I don't need you to fight toe-to-toe with the damn Dominion. I just need to know if we can... count on you for a few things. You know, food, drink, weapons... few whores from time to time..." Goriyn murmured.

"We are quite content with leaving the Thalmor alone-"

"See, that's the word, content. Content to living in a shoddily put together camp, surrounded by creatures and a iron-fisted army, resigned to simply getting by while you waste away?" Goriyn said. "Do you plan on dying here, Chief? Do you plan on letting your people wither away and die under the thumb of the Dominion, huh?"