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♠ ((For Al))
♠: the riskiest thing my muse has ever done
{{ Besides getting on a boat bound for Hell, thanks to you?
Other than blowing every Septim he had traipsing all over Elseweyr trying to find a complete stranger, Al’s made his share of stupid, brash decisions. He’s an excellent swordsman, but gets cocky sometimes and has been known to charge in full-throttle without thinking things through.
He’s gotten slightly better about that with age, though. Slightly. }}
♒
”Let me buy you a drink?” The Imperial looked a little worn down to her after entering the quiet little tavern at such a late hour. “Looks like you could use it.”
You’ve been detected!
baddeleyite started following you vampyre-prince-eric started following you enovire started following you fiachsaol started following you
“Oh? Visitors?” She crossed her arms over her chest, making sure to stay in the shade. “Or are you lost?”
Dining with the Enemy (Enovire & Elenwen)
enovire Dressed in her most immaculate Thalmor robes, Ambassador Elenwen fidgeted slightly and occasionally brushed her gloved fingers through her hair as she awaited the arrival of her guests for that evening’s formal dinner party at the Embassy. Elenwen disliked such events, but she had little choice in the matter; they were simply a part of her job. At least the guest list for that evening was quite small. A small guest list meant that she would not have to exchange quite as many pleasantries with people she cared very little for.
There was one guest, however, that Elenwen would not have to feign so much interest for. An ex-Thane, who had previously shown some support for the Stormcloak rebellion. An intriguing individual, indeed. Elenwen had already decided that she was going to give him quite a few probing questions about his allegiances. Perhaps the Ambassador would uncover something incriminating about the man and have to have him arrested on the spot. Now that would liven the dinner party up considerably, although Elenwen doubted that that would become a reality. He would likely be too careful, too guarded, to give away anything that could be used against him.
The womer’s ears twitched as she heard the sound of carriages drawing up outside. Swiftly she straightened her clothing and stood by the entrance to the Embassy’s foyer in order to greet her guests.
"Are you threatening me?"
The Argonian scoffs lightly, Nor crossing his arms loosely over his chest. “I am threatening no one, merely passing along a warning. It is of little consequence to me if it is followed or not.”
OCC
Thank you, enovire! ouo/
The Imperial smirked as he held out the sweetroll to Allyrn, prepared to withdraw it at an instant. "You want it, don't you?"
He quirked a brow, studying the mage while trying not to smile. "I'm actually not quite as fond of those as I am honey-nut treats." He teased.
"I don’t mean to bother you, but can you help me?"
♐ "Sure thing, sweetroll, what do you need?" ♐
