Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140628034226/@comment-11457306-20140725014937

Alyssa smiled grimly, patting Endriel on the shoulder. "I'd prefer not to resort to it either.  She might not get things put back to rights.  Masks might work just as well." She sat down at the table with them and checked bottles, looking for cider and lifting her eyes at Arcum when she found none. She poured wine with a slight grimace instead and picked up a piece of cheese. It was finer than Skyrim's rough cheeses.

"Now, where did you have in mind that we set up our new Guild?"