Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140302023456/@comment-11457306-20140302220030

Daria was getting frustrated. The arrival of the Kah'jiit at this critical moment was unfortunate. She wished he would be quiet.

Daria searched the Breton's face for any kind of clue as to how to proceed, but he was as implacable as the stone Markarth was build with.

"You are right, I am.  I don't have to have the leathers.  But I am not asking for a weapon.  I am only asking to follow you; to stay by you."