Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131104175500/@comment-176.25.212.25-20131105183153

When Keerava heard the Nord's name, she felt as if she should remember it...

''Manja...Manja...where have I heard this? Should I know it? Wait...Manja, that's it! Nish! Nish was talking about Manja, about how she joined the Thieves Guild...should I say anything? Or would I risk being killed? I could try. But then there's Cleingle. Rude elf. When I met those people at the farm, they said a Wood Elf was missing, a young one. One who wasn't very strong. He looks very young, doesn't really look that strong either. I have too many decisions! I should just leave it right now.''

Keerava: Well, ok then. You both seem like...nice people.

Keerava tried to put on a smile, but it didn't work.

Keerava: Well, thank you for saving me. It was very kind of you, come by The Bee and Barb. I'm there most of the time. Although I might be setting off to Whiterun again soon. See my friends again.