Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-11457306-20140913144656

Rhiannon frowned, trying to remember. An Altmer with a scar...suddenly she remembered. "Anaril?  Anaril!  Dammit to Oblivion!" She turned to the General. "How long have they given us?  Could I get a few hours sleep first?  I'll fight the bastard!"

Brihanna turned away from the sight of the Thalmor camp to face Rhiannon.

"Rhiannon!  No!  You need more than a few hours sleep to fight that treacherous, slimy, son of a--"

What followed was a string of curses that surprised the larger woman. Clearly Brihanna harbored deep resentments of the Thalmor.