Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-11457306-20140903005808

"Uh," Brih shook her head slightly, keeping her voice low as well, "...no, she is not mine to sell.  She belongs to herself.  She only chooses to stay with me."

"Nonsense.  It is merely an enchanted rope," said the Elf.

Brih smiled. "Tell that to her.  See how far it gets you."

The Elf returned the smile. Brih wasn't quite sure she liked it. He had an...oily feel about him. Then she remembered. "You're Enthur, aren't you?"

The smile disappeared. "How do you know who I am?" He stood up straight and glowered at her.

Brih was unperturbed. "A mutual friend.  Rhiannon, Thane of Morthal.  Here, she gave me something to give to you.  She asked me to request that you to see that it gets to a courier." Brih handed him the sealed letter that Rhiannon had written the night before.

Enthur read the address. "Rhiannon, eh?  I've not seen her in a long while.  Why did she not give it to a courier herself?"

"There aren't many couriers who stop in Winterhold.  She said you had...contacts."

Enthur made a small growling noise in his throat. "Sell me the rope and I'll see about seeing this gets to where it belongs."

"I would hate to report to the Lady Knight Rhiannon that you refused to do her this small favor."

Enthur let out an exhasperated grunt. "Alright, alright.  Tell your mistress it will be done."

Brih smiled sweetly. "She's not my mistress."