Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20130818222505/@comment-768817-20130819010340

Imir dragged the unconsious altmer body, like a giant dragging it's kill, he saw the window of an abandoned basement, he pushed it open, shuffled through the altmer's belonings, 60 septims, an ortimental  flask full of a mixture of health potion, and wine, that sword of his was very nice.. He'd certaintly take that too. He slid the sleeping body with care into the window, and shut it. He tuck the sword into his coat where no one could see, he would look at it closer later.