Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-5543592-20140918022553

(I got the whole Harridan thing handled, Billy.)

The main camp was on the Elsywer-Cyrodiil border. It was busling. Thalmor running about. Tents were erected, various activities of all sorts were going on; enchanting, spell casting, training, everything you might expect to see at the (now former) Thalmor embassy or headquarters. The reports hadn't been wrong. They were armed to the teeth. J'Baad's mouth practically watered at the Daedric Crescent Blades. The camp wasn't exactly hidden. How come it had been so hard for anyone to find it? After tallying the numbers, and totalling them at almost three hundred, J'Baad turned around to go back. He would report to Weltrod and hope the man had a good plan.