Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131208215432/@comment-24123288-20131211162834

(I'm quite wise for my old age of 22 y'know! :p)

Eilonwyn had passed the time by composing poetry to herself.

"And now it's time for one last bow.

Like all your other selves

Elevenshour is over now."

''I quite like that one... ''

The vampire chuckled to herself as she carried the Breton over the border, back into Cyrodiil.