Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140104133217

Manja and Sinir plodded through the cyrodiilic country side, occasionally glancing at the river and any nearby curiosities.

"Won't we get arrested for jumping the boarder?" Sinir asked, stopping to kneel down and pick a single pettle off of a flower, examine it and then drop it to the floor.

"If you do get arrested for 'boarder jumping' then I'm a repeat offender..." Manja replied, not even giving it a moment's thought.

"Oh? Did you jump from Skyrim to Cyrodiil?"

The nord felt quite smug as she remembered how much travelling she had done over the last two or three months. "More like... Skyrim, to Morrowind, to Cyrodiil, to Skyrim again, to Cyrodiil again and then Elsweyr only to jump back to Cyrodiil... so yeah, I've been around."

"Oh? How'd you get over?" Sinir inquired, not fully believing her story.

"let's see... Dragon, on multiple occasions, walked with a rebel grou-" She stopped as she remembered Haren, he's most likely dead, along with his men... "Rebel group and... wel, a lot of walking."

"Dragons!?" Sinir scoffed, only just catching up. "Bullshit!"

"No, dragons, straight up..."

"What colour were they?" Sinir raised an eyebrow, hoping to catch her out.

"I don't know... grey, green? There was more than one of them..."

"Did they breath fire or ice?"

"Both..." Manja replied, though she wasn't sure.

"Wow, I need to get me some of that..." Sinir replied, glancing up the dirtroad.

"What, a dragon?"

"No, your skooma supply, it sounds like some clear cut shit." Sinir replied, almost lustfully.

Manja looked frustrated and looked away, before punching in him in the arm.

"Owww!" He whined in response.