Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140813185952/@comment-24736819-20140814152639

The wedding was supposed to happen in the mourning of the next day, needless to say that Lord Indoril was extremely upset about the caravan. He spent so much money buying all of that expensive items and it simply vanished, no one knew what happened to the caravan or the hundreds of hired personal that traveled with it.

On top of that, now some weird disease was spreading amongst the small settlements and killing entire coastal villages. Luckly there hasn't been reported any cases of that disease in Vivec, so it seemed like another victory to its people. Molag's army didn't managed to conquer the city in his attempts and the disease didn't managed to spread inside its walls, so they still could live a partially happy life.

Lord Indoril discussed in the past few days to sent a small group of warriors to find out what happened to the caravan, but his counselor advised against since that could mean losing part of his defenders and they couldn't afford to loose warriors in times like these.

"We have to do something...This marriage has to happen, it could be the awaited cease fire between our Houses. Peace, finally.", Indoril said.

"I think you are overestimating this, your family is only a small branch of the Great House. Surely you wouldn’t think that the big shots are going to stop murdering each other because of your daughter's wedding with that Hlaalu boy...", Drayevin replied, harshly. He was Lord Indoril counselor since childhood and was used to talk to him as a father would.

"No, of course not. But...but it is a start, isn't it? And it all...", Lord Indoril was interrupted by a young dunmer.

"Sir, sir.", the boy stopped to catch his breath, "The caravan is here!".