Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131218233902/@comment-3293219-20131219111502

(Maybe she can make use of her time in limbo and wait for her hair to grow long, then use it as a rope to climb down. :P)

"If you want to live here its fine." C'laro replied. His voice was calm. "I can easily get you a mansion here... Maybe then I can finally head back to Elsweyr."

"I didn't mean, 'right now!' I meant... you know, someday? When this is over? It would be wonderful to live in a place like this... the warm weather and that lake." She pointed to the glistening body of water on horizon.

She sighed wistfully at the thought of where she could be living.

White Gold Tower
"I'm telling you, he's cracked! We need a leader, not a madman who can barely keep his mind together!" One of the thalmor said, keeping his voice down.

"Ferrin's our best chan-"

"He's almost destroyed our order, right now Corelas and that Breton have the one thing that could save us from Lord Vidron and he's got all of his men, trying to keep his pet harlot in this tower! He's mad, he's lost it!"

Nish stayed hidden, praying that they didn't need a ball of yarn.

''Good... she's here and she's still alive. But where is she?''

Nish knew that he only had two options, try to find her on his own or find Ferrin and...

''I need to get him to talk... fast!''

Nish realised that the gossiping thalmor weren't going anywhere.

''Okay... shit, I'm not a thalmor, I don't know how to get people to tal- Well... I could, I could use pain. Threaten to cut his fingers off unless he talks... Might have to cut a few of them off before he-''

Nish stopped, the thought of it was making him sick. He wasn't psychotic like that vampire from Bravil, he wasn't level headed like Corelas or Larius. He was just desperate...

He sat, quietly, waiting for them to leave.