Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140503020704/@comment-11457306-20140507021022

(The RP seems to be dead for the night.  One more post then I'm signing off.)

In Morthal, just over the mountain from her home, Rhiannon leaned over the table to glower menacingly at the Mage. They were secluded at a corner table in the dark.

"Might I remind you, Sera, of who it was who bailed your Dunmer ass out of that fix you were in?  I'll pay you a fair price for two scrolls, but if you try to gouge me again I'm going out to tell the townsfolk you're really a vampire.  They should be after you with pitchforks and torches in two shakes."

The Dunmer handed over the scrolls as if they were on fire. Rhiannon tossed a coin purse at him and rose to leave. The Mage breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed in his chair.

Rhiannon was in Chorrol 10 minutes later.

(Good night.)