Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1716423-20140218183324/@comment-5735114-20140226211107

(Courting! Also, sorry for the delay...)

Z'shal ran around to the east side of Falkreath, becoming visible just as he approached the gates. He was panting and out of breath, as he was somewhat out of shape. A Dominion guard confronted him.

"Hey! What business do you have in Falkreath?"

"I'm... Z'shal... came to... deliver..." Z'shal said between pants.

"Oh, that's right! The general was expecting you.", said the Dominion guard as he stepped out of the way.

Z'shal walked into Falkreath, and took a few deep breaths before continuing on. Straightening out his clothes, Z'shal walked into the inn, where his clients would usually be found. Sure enough, there was a familiar Altmer sitting at a table, sipping a drink alone. When he saw Z'shal enter the inn, his mood seemed to improve considerably.

"Ah, Z'shal, it's good to see you. I'd thought you'd been killed along the way..."

Ignoring the insult to his combat ability, Z'shal handed the Altmer a small satchel, full of potions, and got a rather heavy bag of coins in return. Z'shal didn't have much use for them, as they were useless in Empire cities, but he thanked the General anyways.

As Z'shal left, the General, Cyrinar Elsinus, quickly rummaged through the satchel he was given to see if all of the potions were there. To his relief, there were. He walked outside, motioning for all of the Dominion soldiers within the inn to follow him, and walked to the western gate. He then ordered the gate guards to alert the rest of the soldiers that they were to march later. As they scurried off, Cyrinar stood, leaning on the gate, going over the plan in his head for the thousandth time.

(Gon' make a character card for him soon.)