Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-29461586-20140922173254

"Uh, no?" Griever sighed.

"She's a Breton with a stern look, short hair, and a really bad temperament with people like-"

The door to the inn is then forced open. A woman wearing Nightingale-like armor with a red pauldron busted in and pointed a crossbow at Griever.

"M-Me..!" Griever finished.

"..." The woman had an angry look at her face. Two 7-foot men clad in black Steel Plate Armor came in and guarded the exit.

"Griever. I smelled you here since you entered Whiterun Hold." The woman told her with a dark voice.