Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-24141785-20131229194223

C'laro knew what he had to do. He went into his room and changed into Tsun's armour.

"Never get old of this." He smirked. He filled a knapsack with supplies. He checked outside. He could see Khajiit in fancy robes... The council were here.

"Shit..." C'laro muttered. He walked outside.

"We are here for C'laro..." One of the council members called out.

"What did I do this time." He grinned. The council turned to him.

"You have to head to the heart of Elsweyr... You are the mane after all." The member replied.

"I'm sorry... But I cannot take it." C'laro muttered. He could see the members were angry.

"We wern't asking... Without you Elsweyr will fall." The member seethed.

"I'm not leaving my friends for that title." C'laro responsed.

"You either help Elsweyr or your friends... Decide." The member snapped back.

"Just give me time to think." C'laro ran back into the house. He closed the door and sighed.

"Holy shit... This is going to be bloody difficult." C'laro cracked a mead bottle.