Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-29461586-20140920150429

"Tch..." Ren sighed. She couldn't help but to feel worried now. She never expected Griever to find her so quickly all the way from Cyrodiil.

The former commanded herself to stop thinking about it and go to sleep. There was a silver-steel dagger underneath her matress just in case.

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A lone Thalmor Justiciar with pale skin and a sickly palor headed for Kynesgrove along with his thralls with the intention of building his new home...