Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24123288-20140903222134

"I have not sold you out!" Emarrel yelled. "But I do know who is doing this!"

The rustling in the trees grew louder as several exquisetly dressed battlemages and archers stepped out, surrounding the group of four. Their uniforms were all branded with the same symbol.

Esoix...

A parting occured in the crowds as the obvious leader stepped out, his black bow knocked with a Silver Arrow. The masked Breton smiled, his black hair matching his black suit. (Well whats as close to a suit as you can get in Tamriel :P)

"Shit!" Emarrel swore, hanging her head and glaring at the ground.

The Breton pulled back his arrow, aiming at Nadiras face.

"Drop the weapons. Unless you want to die?"