Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140101230137/@comment-3293219-20140102121537

Manja heard voices up ahead, she quickly crouched in some bushes to hide herself.

''Khajit, obviously... Merchants? Bandits? ''

She peeked out of the bushes and saw that three Khajit in leather armour were stood around, discussing 'business.'

"This was stupid!" One of them whined, "We get attacked by giant bugs every night and my feet are killing me!"

"Shut up, this isn't going to be a very effective ambush if they hear you whining is it?" Their presumed leader snapped at him.

"We should just go back to Bravil..." The third suggested, "This place is dead."

Manja rolled her eyes, she'd die of embarrassment if she were robbed by these idiots, they made Grem's group look like esteemed highwaymen.

She quickly crept away, taking two steps before turning around, as she did she noticed that a heavy gust of wind hit her face. This was odd, because it wasn't breezy and even if it was, this breeze smelt lik-

Oh shit... Manja then shrieked as werelion pounced her, knocking her to the floor.