Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131218233902/@comment-3293219-20131219094819

The elderly imperial woman had lead the thalmor over to the first argonian, she could find.

"There! Look, a dragon!"

The argonian jumped back, thinking that he'd been accused of something.

"N-no, no, officer! It wasn't me!"

"Shut up you!" The thalmor threatened.

"This, is an argonian citizen woman! Not a 'dragon!' Are you completely mad, or just incapable of telling the difference?"

The argonian was clearly a man of some status, he wore a shrit with thrills with some nice brown shoes. He looked ridiculous, like all Cyrodiilic nobles...

"Look lady, this man is clearly not a dragon!" The thalmor snapped at her, livid that he'd had to walk all the way over to the elven garden's district for this.

"He is! I saw him breath fire!" The woman cried, this lynching was shamefully amusing.

"N-no officer, I work at the bank! You have to believe me!"

"See? That proves that 'e 'as no soul! He sold it for wealth and money, 'e did!" The woman cried out, suddenly feeling better, knowing that he was a banker.

The thalmor sighed, both of these idiots were giving him a headache.

"Alright, look here woman! There are no dragons in Cyrod-"

He then heard an almighty roar and a shadow was cast over him as a dragon flew to the Imperial palace.

"Well..." He muttered, in shock. "Guess I stand correcte-" He turned back but the old woman was gone, leaving him and the bewildered bank manager to stare at eachother.

"Dammit!" The gimped officer snapped, drawing his sword and hobbling back to the palace.

I'm getting too old for this nonsense!