Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140322040911/@comment-11457306-20140322223806

(I appreciate that.)

Dalon's hand was warm and his handshake firm. He didn't try to crush her hand. She took her hand back and then felt her face grow warm as she struggled to find something else to say--something other than 'What were you in for?' or 'Where do you think the key is?'

"Where are you from, Dalon?  You look Imperial.  Are you from Cyrodiil?"