Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-11457306-20140830184204

Anneken let out a little whimper. She had nothing left. Brighid's travois was heavy in her hands and she had not the strength to pull it the last short bit to the Door--and J'Baad was blocking the way.

"J'Baad," she pleaded, as if she had not even heard him speak. "Please don't kill Brighid--I could not live without her."



Rhiannon slammed her flagon on the table and rose. "Emrey, open your eyes!  Look at the world for what it is!  How in seven hells should I know if she'll be alright?  It is a miracle that any of us are here at all!  How could the Empire not know that a legion of Thalmor were making their way across Skyrim?  Where were our spies?  Wenching and drinking?

Brighid should never have been allowed to come. She should have been sent back to the Imperial City the moment you knew."  Rhiannon took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, for people were now taking shelter or running out the door at her tirade.  The barkeep had ducked behind the bar.

"I hope she's okay, Anneken also, but I do not know," she said in a calmer voice.