Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131104175500/@comment-3293219-20131105185918

Whiterun
Nish smiled for a brief moment.

"You Wouldn't happen to know of any spells that'll knock 'em out, would you?"

Riften
Manja had finished escorting Keerava out of the ratway (I'll leave it up to Wind Within to decide whether or not Cleingle followed them).

"Ah... Riften, pretty as a painting.

Well a painting that was made by spreading puke and badger guts over a cow's ass but a painting non the less."