Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-11457306-20131223044645

"My name is Peri," said the Breton, holding out a hand. "I'm sorry I smashed your nose.  I was in a hurry.  I'm always in a hurry."

Anwen accepted the hand. "I'm Anwen.  It's okay, I guess." She dug a cloth out of her pouch and held it to her freely bleeding nose. "Why are you always in a hurry?"

"I run errands for my sister.  She's the Matri--um, sorry--I can't tell you who she is.  She's important though."

"An important person in Markarth?" Anwen asked, her senses sharpening suddenly. "She wouldn't happen to be involved with the Coven of Meridia, would she?"

Peri turned white. "How could you possibly know that?" she gasped.

"We're looking for her.  Desperately.  Makoru needs her help."