Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24123288-20140904133146

"Oh, I don't hate you, kid. " Julian shrugged, folding his arms as he walked now. "What I hate, are ballsy Dunmer vampires who think they can get away with running off with my niece. Isn't that right, Em?"

Emarrel looked to the ground, sighing quietly.

"But like I said. If Azarath takes his time, he might find his world will be a little...Breton-less. And the best part? It won't even be my fault!"