Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-25101508-20140730033035

Miraak Obama wrote: He rolled his eyes. Jakarn dug in his pockets and took out two bags of septims, and forcefully tossed them at the Guard's face.

"Two-fifty in each. Good day." He muttered, walking off.

The guards walked off.