Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24524076-20160803200831/@comment-24524076-20160903000025

''That sweetroll helps mask the perpetrator of this crime, but does seem delightfully delicious... besides, as said earlier, it could be the difference between the agent's life and death. Best not have a grudge-seeker out to slay Faralda. And so, she eats the sweetroll, making sure to drop several crumbs on the Thalmor, and a nice hearty chug of ale to wash it down... and make things more convincing. In this slightly tipsy state, Faralda begins wondering how a scroll would taste.''

''Guardian Circle. The kind of undead you need this for are the ones who can ignore it wholesale. Not likely to do anyone good, so it seems like a great meal choice. Ripping it up seems to have released the magic in a very peculiar way... Faralda keeps mental note to write down what she's learned, later. Now, though, is time to dine! Nearly finished with her pulpy meal, however, Faralda eyes the agent... why leave her out? A few scraps of paper 'happen' to enter her mouth. Anyways, enough lollygagging, approaching footsteps would suggest it's quite literally do-or-die time on those escape plans. "Borrowing" the fine gold-trimmed robes in case she's seen, Faralda slips out through a cave... By The Eight! What a putrid smell! Seems to be an unfortunate Dark Elf, though the stench-ridden book of his may please Ora-- oh Gods, bleeding Frost Trolls. Luckily, fire is Faralda's forté. A few flustered fireballs later has Faralda outside of the cave with some new study materials and a couple hard-to-find alchemy reagents.''