Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140927032239/@comment-25101508-20141004015139

"Oh, which one's the biggest?" Jana said.

"Proudspire," Falk Firebeard said.

"I'll have that one!"

Seguri Brass walked into his business as the three assassins entered.

"I'm back, you sluts!" the Nibenese-Cyrodiil shouted when he entered.

"Oh! My lord! It's good to have you back! How was your trip to the Imperial City?" the man with the cosmetics asked.

"Fuckin' terrible! I had to go the long way because of those 'Children of Cyrodiil' in Bruma! Could you believe those lazy-ass Imperials won't do anything about it?"

"It's terrible, sir."

"Of course it fucking is! Maybe they need a little encouragement! We could build a whorehouse-eh... I mean bathhouse near the Imperial post closet to Bruma so that morale could be raised, they take Bruma and I build another house in Bruma!" Seguri shouts out his plan.

"It's genius, sir."

"Alright, I'm tired so it's best if you prepare a couple courtesans for me!"

"As you wish," the man scurried off.

Seguri Brass walked through his brothel, saying hello to his patrons until he recognized a couple Elven assassins.

"Aye! You three! You get a discount for your services! I'd like to talk to you after we're all done with whoring!"

"Mister Brass, your Daedric mistresses are ready for you!"

Lyn entered a state of shock when receiving the memories but quickly left it after a few seconds. The Stormcloaks were nearing Windhelm.