Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140812170152/@comment-29559990-20140814005812

Ravos was usually a patient dunmer, but now he was squirming with impatience. His notes were the world to him. They were like his child. He couldn't afford to let his notes be ripped apart... or burned... or buried... God, the very thought of it made him shiver.

Ravos turned back to the Cat. "You. You're a criminal. Is there anyway you could yourself and I out of here?" He asked, trying to keep his voice quiet so that those guards wouldn't hear.

(gtg.)