Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-3293219-20140919165855

"She ain't your slave either..." Azarath grumbled, stepping infront of Nadira and pushing her to the back.

"And by your... 'logic,' I'm free to make my own choices... the right choice."

Nadira remained silent, her eyes looked around Azarath's shoulder and lingered on Emarrel, the Dunmer's tone was so sure fire, so determined, that she was somewhat afraid of opposing it.

"Nadira isn't going with you, she can do whatever the hell she wants, travel alone, go back to Nait, go to Cyrodiil or... anywhere. She can even marry Sophia and live happily ever after.

But I ain't letting her go with you."