Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29458028-20140924101950

(I know Felrion can order more, but he cares more about the ride than the driver, if you catch my drift. The story about him is done from his perspective)

Felrion pulled up his pants after he performed a thorough cleaning of his privates. He wasn't exactly satisfied, but that was more because he couldn't be sated, rather than the fault of the girls.

Women, daedra, werebeasts and even spriggans, all were the same to Felrion. Nothing sated him. Now, back to business. Felrion purloined some cosmetics as he dropped a bag of 500 septims on the bar counter, saying "I'll be back, get a nord lady in thalmor robes and an Altmer lady in stormcloak armor he next time."

He went to scout out the Blue Palace. The security arrangements and everything.

(What's the situation? Later get ready for disguise galore)

Ariana cut her own face with her icy talons, disfiguring herself and drying the wounds(temporarily, she'll just heal up using the powers she stole from Alyssa). She stooped over, kept the hood of the travelling cloak over the top of her face and opened the door a crack, asking the calvary in a sickly voice "who are you? What do you want from an old lady who lives alone?"