Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140724144903/@comment-24530992-20140724191147

Tristyc stood up, approaching the bars. He gripped them, peering out.

"It's okay.." He whispered quietly.

"Are you being forced to do this?"

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He dug into his pocket. Vaniel felt a cold piece of metal, and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, bringing it out. A Septim.

"Looks like he forgot something.."