Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11462477-20131026102512/@comment-11462477-20131030092643

"I'm sorry, you just looked like someone I'm supposed to meet here. I'll be on my way then." Explains the girl nervously. The Altmer is about to question her further when he hears the commotion downstairs and they both move to investigate.

“You will rat out no one!” Shouts the Khajiit before taking a broad swing with his claymore, the Imperial leaps out of the way, barely avoiding the blade, he swings his Akaviri katana down, cutting the back of the Khajiits hands, the Khajiit takes another swing and cuts the imperials stomach open, it’s a deep wound and he begins to bleed badly. The Imperial is about to take one final desperate swing when both warriors are suddenly frozen in place. They fall over, completely unable to move. The mercenary captain approaches them, his hands still glowing green from the paralysis spell. “Go get Tralen.” The captain tells one of his grunts. The grunt gives a crisp salute and runs off to find him.

The captain sees to the wounds as best as he can. He asks the maids to fetch a healer and they promptly run off to do so.

Down by the bar the General hears the Orc singing along and invites him up to dance with him. He happily does so and soon the whole bar is dancing and singing merrily.