Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-12599067-20140112025030

"Patience, Daithi. We will deal with the skinwalker in a minute," he said, his anger coming to a full boil. He whipped around and turned back to elf, eyes bright with malice. "Listen here, you arrogant snob. Obviously something can stop you, otherwise your precious little rebellion in Firsthold wouldn't be scrambling for help. And if the Thalmor won't stop for a truce, then I see no reason why I shouldn't obliterate them all!" he spat, furious.

"You want to join the rebellion? You want to save your son? You'd damn well better be prepared for what you're going to sacrifice to do so. If you think you've got what it takes to help us stop the war, then you're welcome to travel with us. Otherwise, get out of my sight. Make your choice," he ordered.