When I was on my merry way through Auridon to push Eluvenel to level 10 to avoid the Meteor-fiasko of the vet-campaigns I was entering a watchtower somewhere in the middle of nowhere and found myself in a bunch of well-dressed characters with an unusual amount of … I don’t know, detail to them. So I stayed for a moment bouncing around that handsome Altmer chap to find a good angle to marvel at him a little.
What I didn’t notice (at first) was that I was standing in the midst of a group of active roleplayers. OOPS.
Ethu, you silly little elf. Nobody will ever believe you’re an RP veteran if you don’t stop behaving like a mindless fool around others.