Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140512193524/@comment-24685738-20140514163629

Venna looked around. "Where am I?"

Aratius sighed. "My wife is... sick. I asked the Daedra for help, and they've, such as Rape, Murder, and the Oblivion Crisis.

I can... do both of those things."

He snapped his fingers. "Your group is downstairs, awaiting you with a portal. They're in my study."