Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131124195016/@comment-5735114-20131126004258

(*deep voice* Oh my!)

Tyranil, disgusted by the mass of blood and corpses, flew above them. The stench was strong, almost as strong as that in the prison he had been to earlier. Deciding he would come back after the bodies had been cleaned, Tyranil flew away, completely unaware that the key to his success, and his favorite Thalmor agent were in the inn not 15 feet away from him.

(Let's hope Wind comes soon. I was looking forwards to doing something with Garvut soon...)