Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-5543592-20141009003138

"J'Baad!" Called the Governor.

"Yeah?" Asked J'Baad, sounding bored. He was twirling his elven dagger, leaning against a wall nearby.

"Go get me the... gifts for King Daithi here." Ordered Larethour.

Larethour turned around, giving his back to Daithi.

"This is a pretty poor show." Daithi said, looking around, unimpressed.

Larethour turned around, a brow raised, "Hmm?"

"The last guy who gave me the big speech 'I'm going to kill you speech' was an undying necromancer god.  Who are you to him?  Some elf whose ambitions got him in over his head?"

"From where I'm standing, Daithi, you appear to be the elf whose 'ambitions got him in over his head.'"

"Me?  Larethour, I walked into Valenwood two months ago and I've already taken far over half the province.  You're just some Thalmor shitbag who got lucky.  If J'Baad hadn't made it back to you in time, I'd be sitting in Arenthia right now, laughing about how easy it was to beat the Dominion."

Larethour was a little shocked by Daithi resistance. He had him locked up, he'd told Daithi he was the person the Bosmer hated most in the world. Yet Daithi still had the audacity to challenge him? And in such a way too, that betrayed no emotion.

At that moment though, J'Baad returned, carrying some sort of rectangular crate. It was made out of Dwarven metal, and was unlike anything Daithi had ever seen.

"Ah, thank you." Said Larethour, who had J'Baad set the Dwarven crate on the ground.

"There's something you'll want to see in here, Camoran..."