Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180515143122/@comment-26108027-20180518142408

The carts slow to a stop in the center of town. The Khajiit stands and steps off the cart, only to be shoved to the ground by a snickering guard. She gets to her feet, snarling, only to be met by drawn arrows and readied blades. Slowly, she closes her mouth and turns to join the line of prisoners.