Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11462477-20131026102512/@comment-11462477-20131103184448

“I’ll be there in a moment” Tralen tells Sharli before trotting off to find the Khajiit. It doesn’t take long for him to arrive at the scene, the Imperial in dragon scale armor keeps him restrained. Tralen begins to search the khajiit, he finds nothing of note and he searches more thoroughly, still finding nothing. “Where is it?” He shouts angrily.

Ri’Dat holds out his hands, “Where is what?” He smiles knowingly.

Tralen takes a deep breath to calm himself, the captain arrives on the scene. “Take him to my private quarters; make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.” His voice shakes slightly from anger.

“Yes sir!”   Says the captain before hauling off Ri’Dat.

Down in the bar area General Raddin approaches the Orc missing some teeth. “You look like a strong one! Why not prove your might a bit?”

The Orc smiles at this challenge. “You’re on small man!” The two of them lock hands and begin to arm wrestle, the crowd cheers and septims are tossed around as bets are placed.

The paralysis spell wears off and the Imperial and Khajiit begin to stretch. A healer holds out a hand to keep the Imperial lying down, “Please sir, sit still, I don’t want your wound opening again.”   The Khajiit tries to stand but finds he is tied to the bed with thick leather straps.