Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140605183252/@comment-24530992-20140609011910

~timeskip cuz im lazy~

He arrived in the Imperial City. Tralan hopped off of his steed, and tied him to a post near the gates. He entered, crossing his arms to cover the Lion crest of the Daggerfall Covenant on his breastplate. Scanning the area, he made his way deeper into the city, where more bustling citizens roamed about their business. He entered the most eye-catching area of the city- the bar. It was packed with people. He weaved his way through, looking for someone in particular. A lone Imperial woman sitting at a table- Perfect. The fact that she was a legionairre was even better. He pulled his mask and hood up, and drenched his hand in an odd potion that caused the person to pass out. It was so strong, it made Tralan a bit drowsy. He approached the woman, and clamped his hand over her mouth.