Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160728174843/@comment-24760123-20160809041607

''My Emperor? The answer you kept wondering about for all these years? I think it's staring you in the face.''

Darius agreed with his conscience, and worked on his mead. The Nord couldn't deny that some affection was there for his old friend.

After about 5 seconds of internal debate, the Emperor changed seats, ending up right across from Aras.

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"They were, in a way." Aryon smiled. "They were nice to me, but they always called me outlander."