Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140106032617

"Rashka swears upon the Moons that he will be the mighty Imperial's trusted ally." The word "trusted" rang a different tone in Rashka's ears. He would play along for now. He could see the Elder Scroll clearly in front and how he gave it to a pawnbroker for a wagon's load full of septims. Gold was within his grasp and lots of it...

He turned his head and watched as the guards disappeared. He gave them his grim, feline smile and then turned his head back to the Imperial in front of him.

"What might the Imperial's name be, hmm? Or is this one simply referred to as "sir", as the other Imperials called him?"