Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140628034226/@comment-25146201-20140705203423

"Should we report to the Guildmaster?" he offered, handing her the spyglass.

The Dunmer women looked through and inspected the group from her perch atop a building. They were relatively close to Alyssa's group, though they hadn't been spotted. "I don't recognize them, not one."

"Why would you?" he offered, "Arcum's been to places outside of High Rock as well, he's likely made some friends we don't know." he took the spyglass back and inspected the docks. "That explains the ship, at least."

"They could be enemies..." she replied, "But they definitely don't speak about him as one." The male Breton set the spyglass down.

"Exactly, but let's not confront them quite yet." the Breton adjusted his positioning. Unfortunately for him, he accidentally kicked the spyglass, which was sent rolling down the roof, and crashing down near Alyssa's group. "...crap." The Dunmer women slapped the back of his head.

"Don't sit there feeling sorry for yourself, run!" She whisper-shouted, taking off. He looked back at her before doing the same, throwing all urgency to the wind.