Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-5735114-20140602021127

(Long asses are especially bad, when compared to Breton ones.)

Tyranil nodded slightly. "I've gotten enough. Compose yourself; we're going to begin our search tomorrow."

Upon giving the order, Tyranil too glanced outside the window, to see some woman walking past. Normally, he wouldn't care, but she didn't seem to be of any particular race, and she had a strong sense of magic aboit her. From what Tyranil had seen, mages were uncommon in the new Cyrodiil, and this one didn't look like a mage. She was trying to ocnceal herself, he reckoned. Deciding to test it for himself, Tyranil opened a telepathic link to the woman as she walked past the house. If she was a mage, she'd feel it, and then she could be of some use to Tyranil.