Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140316151420/@comment-3293219-20140316232312

Set had been in his spot the entire time, leaning against a wall, with his arms folded.

The Bosmer had no intentions of running up to the Emperor, flailing his arms around and begging to be acknowledged but he did admit that he was getting bored, watching the nobles as they grew more civil with each other.

I bet that imperial has a fat coin purse... He thought, stroking the stubble on his chin and the crispy flesh on the left side of his face.

I might just twat him, next time he walks into an alleyway and take it...

It wouldn't even leave the tiniest blip on the ole conscience.