Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140923020743/@comment-11457306-20140924002823

Mollified, Daria re-mounted, springing lightly back up into the saddle, ignoring the stares the three were receiving. No doubt they were wondering what three lovely young women could do on such a campaign. They would find out. She turned back to her partners and they moved toward the cart but stayed far enough away to keep Tasha from losing control.

"Calm yourself, Tasha," said Daria. "Likely the others will take care of him for you.  Or he will die on the campaign."

"This one will hope his death is painful.  Khajiits are animals to him, to be skinned.  If he wore the skin of a Nord, what would you do?"

"I would await my opportunity to end him, without giving him notice that I was upset in any way."

Tasha chuckled. "You are a devious one, Daria."

Daria smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Tasha."

She bent her head to study the contracts.