Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-24253253-20131220073315

(Oh crap, I thought I replied again, I'm sorry.) Tyran walked out of the bar, not wanting to be seen in the same building as a newly dead bard. He walked around the corner and ran into Cyredalf, just leaving his meeting with Kro'Zaar. "What are you doing?" Cyredalf asked, looking down on Tyran. "Just walking. Mind yourself High Elf, I know your kind all too well" He replied. The two exchanged more hostile words, until Cyredalf wanted no more of the conversation. Casting conjure bound sword, he held the spectral weapon to the Redguard's throat. "I do not have time for banter. You mind yourself Redguard, with no Council or Emperor, Cyrodil belongs to the Aldmeri Dominion, and you are thus a citizen. You do best to remember that." And with that Cyredalf and Tyran parted ways.