Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140407190411/@comment-17114085-20140418020853

Harold and Lydia made it to the city. They walked inside and saw two Nords harassing a dunmer.

Rolff: "You come here where you're not wanted, you eat our food, you pollute our city with your stink and you refuse to help the Stormcloaks."

Suvaris: "But we haven't taken a side because it's not our fight."

Angrenor: "Hey, maybe the reason these gray-skins don't help in the war is because they're Imperial spies!"

Suvaris: "Imperial spies? You can't be serious!"

Rolff: "Maybe we'll pay you a visit tonight, little spy. We got ways of finding out what you really are."

Suvaris: "(Sigh)"

Lydia approached the dunmer woman. "Does this happen often?"

"Most of the Nords living in Windhelm don't care much for us, but Rolff is the worst by far. He likes to get drunk and walk around the Gray Quarter yelling insults at us in the small hours of the morning. A real charmer, that one." said Suvaris, the dunmer woman.

"Come one Lydia, lets look around." said Harold.