Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-12599067-20141011035329

"Last I saw him, he was being dragged off by the Thalmor," Dralnach answered, although he was fairly certain Malachi already knew that. "I think they were heading east, but I'm not entirely certain. If you want my guess, they're taking him back to Alinor. Can't think of any reason why they'd want to keep him in Valenwood any longer than they'd have to," the Reachman pointed out, although he was just as in the dark as they were. It was in times like these that he could scry like the witches of Skyrim's covens, but unfortunately, Dralnach probably couldn't divine Daithi's location if he tried.

Ma'Jharo was sitting in the dining hall, sharpening his scimitar with a whetstone as he awaited orders. However, the mercenary's attention was soon focused elsewhere as a soldier came in bearing news that the missing sellswords had arrived. Ma'Jharo's fur immediately began to stand on end, although the Khajiit did a surprisingly good job of keeping his emotions hidden. However, Ma'Jharo's mind was immediately hard at work trying to think of a proper explanation for robbing Dralnach and ditching him in the forest, as he doubted that Dralnach would see his side of the situation.