Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-24253253-20131208181558

@Flame & Okami

Cyredalf looked over briefly towards the Khajit but saw the tall Nord instead. Something about the height of him, almost as tall as a regular altmer, put him at an unease. He turned around to the bartender. "Hey, bar man." He said. "Yes?" The tender replied. "That Khajit, send him some ale. Attatch this note to it, do not read it." Cyredalf asked of him. The note read "I believe I know you, we need to talk as soon as you can make time. Come alone please."

Cyredalf turned back around, now sitting down next to him as he turned around was Tyran, looking angry at the elf.