Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140713201717/@comment-23371555-20140714041853

Shreds-Many-Prey had followed the others through the portal but ended up in the worst place possible: a jail cell in what he took to be the Riften dungeons. Two Dremora Lords were taking turns insulting him.

"Are you dying of hunger, cannibal?" mocked one.

"Do you thirst for blood?" askedthe second.

"If you do," replied the first, "you're in luck.  Word around Coldharbour is Jolfnir plans on feasting on your friends."

"And you'll have the honor of being the main course."

Shreds-Many-Prey took this in silence, cocked his head, and said: "When I escape, I'm going to kill one of you and feast on the other alive." The two Dremora roared in laughter. He then silently waited for the opportune moment.

(Gtg.  G'night guys.)