Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24123288-20140903162941

The Dunmer was engrossed in her combat training again. She moved with her eyes closed...

"So, you take my daughter out because she askes you to, and you just happen to be set upon by rogues?"

Y-yes sir!

"Emarrel. I don't think you should see Sophie anymore. You simply present too much of a risk to her. I mean, how often do you see Dunmer all the way out here in High Rock, hm?"

Not very, sir. 

"Exactly. And I think High Rock deserves one less Dunmer, tarnishing its land, don't you?"

Emarrel sighed, both in her head and in real life. Azarath could tell she was glaring, even with her eyes being shut.

But sir! H- 

''"Emarrel!" ''

''S-ir. Your daughter and I. We...we...''

"Get out of my office, slave! Get out of my home! GET OUT OF MY COUNTRY! I will not have you sully my daughter in such a way!"

Emarrels face hardened as her free hand instinctively went to her neck. "I can't help what happened..." She whispered, spinning and slashing as 'guards' poured in from behind Sophies Father.

After dispatching them all, the Dunmer finally opened her eyes, clawing her way back to reality. She paused, sensing someone behind her, and turned her head to see Azarath.

He looked ridiculous.