Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-768817-20130820205935/@comment-5320677-20130820212334

Glaedr looked at the people to his left and right about what had seemed the hundredth time to his left a Khajiit and a female Dunmer, His Right a female Nord and biggest ugliest Orc he had ever seen... or smelled he then looked ahead at the back of the Imperial Elite his plumed helm waving in the wind he looked past his pauldron at the looming prison it was pentagonal nad painted-as the name implied-jet black. The tops of the walls were lined with spikes discouraging climbers. Glaedr tested something, He reached into the nub of his mind where magic was stored and called upon fire he looked down and a tiny flickering flame rested on his finger. Smirking Glaedr extinguished it... He wasn't COMPLETELY weaponless although he was dismal at spell binding