Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140611170306/@comment-3293219-20140613215153

"I don't believe in friends..." Xervish replied, sounding as if he ment it.

"I did have colleagues but they died, so that I could escape."

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"I guess..." Jaryl sighed, looking away and back to her.

"But if his first word is 'fuck' I'm blamin' you." Jaryl laughed as a tear rolled down his face.

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"Perhaps..." Namira reconsidered.

"Very well but I would like some insurance, something to ensure that those champions of yours can achieve their objective. I want them to retrieve the sword of pestilence...

If they achieve this, they must bring it to my shrine, where their Bosmer was sacrificed, there I will return his soul, on good faith."