Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140708165409/@comment-3293219-20140712223048

"I got me and Isis a nice spot, in that buffet hall..." Jaryl informed her, placing his hands in his coat pockets.

"We're got a lot more space than most of the other refugees." The Bosmer shrugged, glancing around at the decor, not knowing what to make of it as his tent never had orniments.

"So... Erm... Your butler guy said that you're... not very happy." Jaryl muttered, trying not to tell the truth that he heard her yelling and fussing from the hall.

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"Well... We'll have to tonight, can't break tradition, now can we?" Marcia whispered, giving him a grin as she pulled herself up.