Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-11457306-20140222045908

Rhiannon took her feet off the table and let the chair come back down on all four legs as the strangers entered the tavern, instantly alert. The handsome Nord and the Kha'jiit were not on friendly terms, she surmised. The others were a motley group of oddities and her curiosity was piqued. Were they all together?

Anneken and Brighid came in last and Rhiannon knew them to be sisters immediately. Obviously Nord--no--the eyes were too slanted. Some sort of mixed breed? Altmer blood? What Altmer would lower himself to mate with a Nord? All she knew were Thalmor. They would commit suicide first.

She watched and listened. This strange band might be her ticket out of here.