Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20131204232155/@comment-24253253-20131210055706

Tyran got up and walked out of the bar, swearing under his breath at the Altmer. He looked around him constantly and made his way to the shipyard where Cyredalf first arrived. He put on his ring of water breathing and looked around the water endlessly taking in the smell of the seas.

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Cyredalf never saw if the Khajit responded to his jesture towards the door, so he began walking over towards the Khajit. He stood over him for a second, then spoke quickly. "I believe we're to meet. Our common friend has sent me for you. I would rather speak in a less, aired place, if that is okay with you. I do not know these gentlemen all around us, and that imposing Nord aside, do not have any interest in them beyond not wanting them to hear us."