Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-32420582-20170205005448

Chutul had awoken to an incessant thudding at his door, loud and urgent. He let out yawn as he rolled onto his back and stretched out, forgetting the knocking for a brief moment before he heard a loud nordic curse. Chutul sat up and slipped out of his bed, walking to the door and opening it to meet a grim faced Arkfnir.

"Get up and moving, the real mission starts soon." Arkfnir said, he was already suited up in his traditional nord battle armour which reminded him of the legends of the Alliance War. "We aren't gonna rest for a long time."

"Alright, I'll gather my things and be right down." Chutul said with a nod, shutting his door.

Vaynnelea pulled herself up a seat, while grumbling about something which sounded very innapporiate in dunmeri. She looked like she had gone to Oblivion and back as well, as all her movements were sluggish and she seemed like she was having trouble focusing on anything.

Chutul and Arkfnir came down stairs and both stood at the back of the group, while whispering to each other in what sounded like an argument as they cast worried glances to Vay.