Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-3293219-20140905202722

"Yeah, maybe one of them dragons will swoop down and fart a fireball at the prison that they're being held in. They'll probably come back, tomorrow, riding a friggin' dragon acompanied by a Thalmor Agent, who isn't a complete prick." Azarath mocked, glancing to the assassin and shaking his head in despair.

"Look before you delve any deeper into the realm of reality, maybe you should consider the possibility that they could be dead in two days and we're wasting what time they have left doing... nothing."

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Nadira nodded and stepped back, leaning against the wall and putting her hands over her face, pretending that she was crying or distressed or maybe just shutting out the world. She figured that looking scared would be a good way to throw suspicion...