Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140905031758/@comment-768817-20140915210952

A Bosmer with a red shirt, looks at the Breton and scratches his chin, while looking towards the unfamiliar Redguard before walking away. Everyone in the garden begins to leave. "Do you mind if we go some where more quiet?" The Breton guides Zerial right outside the garden, to an abandoned looking house in the temple district. He puts the key in the rusty lock, and forces the door open, and swifty shuts it after Zerial enters, locking many aditional chain and bolt locks added more recently, to the inside of the door. The interior of the house looks fairly abandoned aswell, cob webs litter the rafters, and wardrobes and bookcases block the windows. There is an old bed, it's linens moth-eaten, with a nightstand next to it. On this nightstand is a single lantern, which the Breton lights it with a snap of his fingers. "The organization I belong to, believes that, to fix our beloved Empire, it needs to first be brought to it's knees, if not entirely destroyed, so it can be reborn, purer, from the carcass."